#i will say whatever the fuck goes through my mind at any given time no prompt whatsoever (bocachancla)
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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 .... 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 w/ bakugo katsuki x gn!reader
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summary: two times you crocheted katsuki something + one time katsuki realizes something so painfully obvious.
(⛦) content: fluff! kissing. reader tears up. reader crochets. comfort!! love confession. sickeningly sweet. i'm a lil bad at summaries. gn pretty sure.
(⛦) w/c: 1.6k+
i. your first project,
the first time you’d crochet him something, it was a pretty shitty day for katsuki. he had spent a little more than an hour meeting with his friends who, in the most kindest words, were spawns of satan. the constant teasing left him a little drained, the food he left in the dorm fridge was gone, and he was left with a headache throbbing at his temples.
to add on, he hadn’t seen you all day.
so, he goes to your dorm, finding it already open. something he’d always given you mouth on. (what if a stranger comes through? even if it was a little impossible with the amount of security that roamed the halls.) inside, he pauses at the entrance, finding you sitting on your bed, holding a long slender stick with a hook at the tip.
it looked like a miniature murder weapon. “... what the hell is that?”
seemingly startled, he guesses by the reaction of your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, widened eyes, and a small gasp that left your lips. “fuck me, why the hell are you so silent.”
“hello to you too, princess,” katsuki sarcastically remarks, stepping further into the room. he comes closer til’ he was just about hovering over you.
you pick back up whatever the hell was in your hand. you could still feel his stare, which you quip. “it’s crocheting, tsuki’. i’m trying to pick up a hobby to get off my phone more. its kinda fun.”
katsuki grunts as a reply, moving to sit next to you. it causes the mattress to slightly sink to his weight, whilst he goes to take off his shoes, methodically, all while watching you.
with your teeth catching your bottom lip, you looked so focused, engrossed, not paying a mind to him. his gaze eventually drifts towards what was hanging from the stick. it’s long and narrow, with a soft-looking material, colored a deep-shade of red, and black. it was a scarf.
it’s edges weren't perfect, a little bumpy and not entirely straight, but it still looked pretty damn good. his crimson eye’s go to meet yours, but he finds you already looking at him. “i was gonna make it a surprise. but i made it for you.”
a nervous smile plays at your lips, “do you like it?”
nobody has ever really taken the time to create something personal for him — the warmth in his chest, made him just want to crumble, n kiss your pretty lips. it was nothing short of perfect, even the imperfections.
he'd forgotten you were waiting for an answer and a flicker of insecurity hints in your eyes, your words hanging in the air.
but, he quickly reassures you, his hand traveling, holding at your chin. “it's perfect, okay?” drawing nearer to you, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “perciate’ you so much baby.”
ii. just for him,
it starts to become a thing every other week. you would crochet him a piece – either something that fit his, in your words, “grunge” style, or something from the colorful yarn leftover from your old projects. and regardless, he would proudly wear it.
over time, people start to notice. seeing him wear a cute black cat beanie was a little out of the norm for him. and the following week, he would wear the same-stitch, fingerless mittens. everyone knew he wouldn’t buy those by choice. someone had to be giving it to him, someone he cared about. someone, like his girlfriend.
being in a school full of smart heroes had its many downsides.
people start to ask, or he would say, "harass you," to make them things. it starts to piss him off after a while — hearing your continuous no’s, and then them trying to ask again like your answer was gonna change after a minute. plus, it’s not like any of those broke assholes were willing to pay, they were just planning to mooch off you.
and, maybe there was a selfish reason for it.
he didn’t want you to share something you were so passionate about with people you gave no shits about, or lov– liked. because it would lose its value — lose the stupid special feeling he got.
this surge of events eventually leads to him cursin’ them out for you, because you were just a little too nice to yell, give murderous glares, or deliver creative death threats. which after, they wisely never approach you about it again.
iii. your last gift, for the year of course,
its a cold new year, katsuki watches as a snowflake falls delicately onto your nose. you guys were huddled on the balcony of his parent’s home, thanks to his mom's desperation, and persistence to meet you. and to his embarrassment, his mom and you got along very well, so well in fact you guys exchanged numbers, planning to meet with each other without katsuki himself.
despite his loud protests, you’d forcibly ushered him out in the shitty-ass cold because you wanted to see the snow. the frigid air embraced you both, his breath left white in the air. katuski’s body pressed the balcony handle, you’d positioned yourself in front of him, his arms encircled your body, his hands holding at your waist.
“you happy princess? m’ freezing here just for you to see the same old snow we see every year.” he complains, even though his crimson-red eyes held warmth, ones that matched your growing smile. you raise your heel pressing a short kiss at the corner of his lips, before retreating.
“quit being dramatic; it’s so beautiful out here.” you insisted, before your eyes widened, like you’d remembered something, and abruptly, you leave an inch of space between the two of you, reaching for something in your puffer jacket.
there’s a slight furrow to his brows, not understanding why you had to pull away — leaving you out of his grasp. til he puts it together, as you pull out a terribly wrapped item, a gift.
“i told you we didn't have to give each other anything.”
“yeah, like the $100 dollar gift you gave me today. see, i knew you would do that so i came prepared.” you say, pointing an accusatory finger.
“now open.” you shove the present in katsuki’s hand, and shaking his head in disbelief, he grabs it, tearing the wrapping off.
“i know i already made you one. but i saw how … worn out it was.”
holded in his rough hands, was a scarf. reminiscent of the colors to the one you gave him months ago — the one he had worn all the damn time, sometimes even in the hottest of weather. with how much time he wore it, after a while, the color of that scarf started to fade, with the yarn unraveling.
“here let me put it on for you.” you take it from his hands, draping it around his neck. you watch as he glances down, just admiring it. “looks so pretty, baby.”
this scarf looked more intricate, with the stitch pattern on the scarf resembling daisy blooms. he’d noticed how your crochet skills seemed to improve, the scarf had a cleaner, straighter edge than the other one.
and for some reason, as he looks down at your gift, a flood of memories of the moments with you, seem to be all rushing to him — your sweet, drawn kisses, the stupid arguments, and your laughter that seemed to always ring in his ears.
moments like those, that laid ahead for the both of you, made him want to look forward to the future, your guys’s future. to wake up next to you, morning breath n’ all, to lazily lounge on the couch and havin’ to forcibly cuddle because of you, to possibly sharing each other's last name. it all swelled katuski’s stupid heart.
it was so obvious why. with your soft gaze on him.
“i love you.” he blurts out, his eyes fixed at your parted lips.
“i love you so damn much, it’s so fucking stupid. you turn me into a sap, y’know. everytime i look at you i just can't help but want to smile, want to hold you. everything I do, every thought that crosses my mind, somehow, it goes back to you. …i ” he sighs, his bravado faltering for a moment, red eye’s averting from yours.
“you don't have to say it back, i just wanted to tell you.” katsuki grumbles, the tips of his ears red as it can be, as he does his best to maintain his ‘i could care less’ facade.
“look at me.” and katsuki does, he’s met with your glistening eyes, stars reflecting. “i love you too, you idiot.”
he couldn’t help but release a soft, incredulous laugh — he was really rubbing off on you. somehow the space between the two of you closes again, your hands fit in his warm jacket. tightly hugging him, as if he was going to leave any second.
“and of course, you had to one up me with a grand ass speech.” you relent, looking up at him, a small pout forming over your features.
“m’ always two-steps ahead. catch up princess.” he replies, a smug smile spreading across his plush lips. his mittened hand moving to hold at your face, thumb brushing along your cheek.
his eyes flicker to your lips, watching as your tongue glides against it. “... can, i?” your lashes flutter at him, weakly nodding. and then your being kissed, slowly, and sweetly. his tongue brushing your bottom lip, savoring you, savoring this moment.
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I love your writing so much!! Could I request reader giving tom the silent treatment cause he did something and it goes like him getting irritated and then comfort and then smut ??
SILENT TREATMENT- T. KAULITZ
synopsis: refusing to talk to tom even days after he had forgotten about your date night, he begins to get frustrated, doing whatever it takes to get you to speak to him again.
content: little bit of angst, smut.
a/n: i love writing this kind of stuff omg, thank you for requesting!!
“jesus baby are you still not talking to me?” tom sighs, sitting down onto the couch beside me as i ignore him announcing that he is home, after spending the day at the studio. “you can’t still be mad?”
stupid question - of course i was. it was now tuesday, and i hadn’t spoken to him since saturday night. we had both agreed that we had been spending less time with each other, with tom so busy preparing to release his new album with the band. so, we had planned a small date night at home, which was going to involve ordering take-out and watching movies, maybe taking a bath together before bed. we had agreed on 6pm, giving him thirty minutes to begin the drive home, allowing for traffic.
so i had sat on our couch, my pyjamas on, all of his favourite snacks laid out on the table with a few of mine, waiting for him to come home. 6:04pm - maybe he had to stay behind at the studio for a few minutes, this happened sometimes, and it was usually out of his control.
6:17pm - it could be traffic, everybody else was leaving work at the same time, the roads were bound to be jammed, i can’t blame him for that.
6:32pm - he could’ve gone to the store? maybe he wanted to get some more snacks for tonight?
my mind was thinking of any excuse that it could, trying to convince myself that tom wouldn’t stand me up - we had had this night planned for over a week, and he seemed pretty excited about it. but as the popcorn on the coffee table began to get cold, my body aching from sitting in the same position for so long, i knew. i knew that he wasn’t going to show. my phone was silent, no text, no call coming through, at least letting me know if he was running late, or not able to come at all. no apology, no promise to make it up to me - absolutely nothing.
9:56pm - my eyes were growing heavy, no longer paying attention to the random movie on the screen, my hand lethargically dipping into the bag of skittles that were meant to be for tom, but i had given up on him coming home long ago, deciding to eat them for myself - it was better than them going to waste. my tired eyes suddenly shoot open when i hear the front door opening and closing, keys being dropped onto the table, and shoes being taken off. i roll my eyes, shaking my head and turning my attention back to the movie, not in the mood to speak to him at all.
“baby?” i hear him call out, his body appearing in the door frame of our living room.
silence. i stay quiet, ignoring him completely and gluing my eyes to the tv screen. he sighs, slowly walking towards me and sitting beside me, trying to wrap his arm around my shoulder, but i shrug him off.
“liebe…i am so sorry.” he apologises, taking my hand in his. i accept his touch, though i still refuse to look at him, way too furious to properly listen to his pointless apology. “the guys, they kept me back at the studio. we want to get this album perfect and i just, i lost track of time-”
“you lost track of time? are you fucking serious?” i finally snap, quickly taking my hand out of his, turning to look at him with my eyebrows furrowed, completely shocked at his shitty excuse. “could you not have texted me, at least let me know in advance? you’re an asshole.”
“look, i promise i’ll make it up to you. i’m really sorry baby.” he says, his voice soft.
“we had this planned for fucking weeks! you agree that we never spend time together, and then you don’t even come home when we plan something? you basically live at that damn studio and i’m sick of it! go back there, i don’t want to see you right now.” i scoff, turning away from him and getting up, turning the tv off and walking to our bedroom.
he quickly follows behind me, not giving up that easily. “come on baby, don’t be like this. i promise you, we can have a date night way better than this, i’ll take you somewhere real nice, yeah?” he suggests, standing in the doorway of the bathroom as i do my skincare, getting ready for bed.
“what so you can stand me up again? saying you got ‘carried away at the studio’ exactly like you do every fucking night? do you know what’s funny, i can’t even remember the last time we spent the day together.” i say, looking at him through the reflection in the mirror, his face dropping a little.
“schatz- look i’m sorry, okay? work has been really hard lately, just give me a chance and i’ll fix this, i swear.” he pleads, walking towards me and trying to put his arms around my waist from behind, but once again, i shrug him off.
“whatever, i’m too fucking tired for this shit.” i sigh, walking out of the bathroom and into our bedroom, switching the light out and leaving him in the dark. “i’m going to bed, do whatever you want.”
i climb into the covers, hearing him take off his clothes and crawl in beside me. he gets closer, trying to wrap his arms around my waist and spoon me as he usually would, but tonight, his touch is the last thing i want. in response, i move his hands away, shuffling to the end of the bed. he sighs in frustration, but accepts my silent request for space, laying flat on his back.
“i love you.” i hear him say from behind me, his voice slow and quiet.
i don’t respond, laying beside him, seeing his face drop a little at my silence. no matter how bad our fighting got, i would always tell him that i loved him, and he would do the same. but this time, i didn’t want to, tired of him throwing me aside.
that was how it had been since that day. i refused to speak to him, despite his constant attempts. he had tried everything, just flat out speaking to me, complimenting me, buying me my favourite snacks, giving me expensive gifts, even coming home early from the studio, but i didn’t budge, still not wanting to talk.
“please, meine liebe, you can’t ignore me forever.” he sighs, shuffling closer to me, beginning to plant slow and soft kisses on the bare skin of my neck, my body shivering at the sudden contact, not used to it as we hadn’t had any physical intimacy since that night, not even a small kiss or cuddle in bed, my stubbornness pushing him away each time.
“i said i was sorry, please forgive me baby.” he mutters against my neck, continuing to kiss it slowly, getting a little more sloppy with his movements.
i push him off me, my hands flat against his chest. he groans in frustration, becoming angry at my determination to keep this going.
“seriously, i don’t know how much longer i can go on like this. come on my love, please just forgive me.” he sighs, not giving up as he returns back to his position, his head in my neck.
he moves his hand to my waist, lifting my oversized t-shirt and caressing the smooth skin of my hips, testing the waters and waiting for me to push him away yet again. but i don’t. i let him carry on, his lips attaching to my neck once again, thumb running up and down my hip, but i know exactly what he wants, the way he gently uses his hold on me to move my body against his lower half giving me a pretty good idea.
“schatz…” he mumbles, his sounds muffled into my skin, breathing against my neck slowly, his teeth slowly grazing against it. “let me make it up to you. let me show you how sorry i am, hm?”
my breathing hitches, my heart running ahead of my mind as i find myself unable to speak, feeling tom smirk against my neck as he realises that he has finally won. he gently turns my body and lays me down so that my back is flat against the couch, climbing on top of me and quickly pressing his lips against mine. he is eager, desperate to feel me against him, wanting to make up for the lost intimacy, kissing harder as a silent way to encourage me to kiss back. i finally do so, threading my hands through his dreads, pulling his cap off of his head before pulling him closer to me, feeling him smile against my lips.
“i love you.” he whispers against my lips, running his hands smoothly up and down my waist before continuing the kiss, not even giving me chance to respond as i am far too lost in the moment. his hands reach for the hem of my t-shirt, stopping for a second and breaking the kiss, looking into my eyes, waiting to see if i am okay with this. i nod my head and he smiles slightly, a cocky smirk on his face as he lifts the material up and over my head, studying the red lace bra i have on before impatiently reconnecting our lips.
he slips his tongue into my mouth, mine moving together with his, the kiss now heated and desperate, my hands moving to cup his face, bringing him closer towards me. i hear him reaching for his belt buckle, pulling away from the kiss to undo it as i take this as an opportunity to lift the large hoodie off of his body, revealing his toned frame, my hands instinctively running down his chest, feeling each muscle as he groans at the contact.
“what happened to you being so angry earlier, hm? haven’t seen you this desperate in a long time, i would’ve done this ages ago if i had known this is all it takes for you to forgive me.” tom says, enjoying the way i gaze upwards at him, my eyes filled with lust, completely different to the coldness i had showed him these last few days.
“who said anything about forgiving you?” i breathe out, looking into his eyes as my hands run down his back, enjoying the way i can tease him. “you haven’t done anything yet, and, who knows, maybe this will show me you aren’t sorry enough.”
“oh baby…” he mocks, slowly tugging my leggings down, leaving me in only my lingerie. he pauses after doing so, leaning downwards so that his lips are right next to my ear, gently sucking on it before speaking again. “i’m gonna fuck you so good that you won’t even remember why you were mad at me in the first place.”
my breathing hitches in my throat, my body feeling hot as his words are enough to make me cum right there on the spot, no need for him to touch me. his lips place a single kiss on the spot directly below my ear, nipping at the skin slowly, taking advantage of the way i angle my neck upwards, giving him more access.
but he doesn’t carry on for long. his lips move lower, starting at my collarbone, planting a few tender kisses there, moving to the flesh of my breasts that are on show, kneading the one that his mouth isn’t paying attention to with his hands, soon becoming tired of my bra still being on, wanting to feel every inch of me. his mouth still on my chest, he reaches behind me, undoing the clasp of my bra with one hand, throwing it somewhere on the floor - neither of us really caring where.
he moves backwards, staring at my breasts in front of him, his lips slightly parted, curving into a gentle smirk, his brown eyes full of desire, watching the way my chest moves up and down with each heavy breath i take.
he wastes no time in reattaching his lips, moving them to my nipples this time, taking them in his mouth and letting his teeth graze them lightly, my back arching in pleasure as i move my hands, using them to push his head further downwards.
“so fucking hot.” he mutters against them, paying each one attention before moving downwards. his lips begin to kiss my upper stomach, his eyes still staring into mine, never breaking eye contact as he crawls further down my body, making sure nothing goes untouched, until he reaches the hem of my panties.
his fingers tease the top of the material, slowly dipping inwards and caressing my lower abdomen, a quiet whine escaping my mouth as i become more and more desperate. he lifts the material upwards with his pointer and ring finger, letting it go as it snaps back into place, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
“please.” i breathe out, tired of his teasing as he has pretty clearly made his point, i just need to feel him inside me.
“please what?” he teases, his lips dangerously close to my inner thighs, planting a single kiss there, enjoying the way i squirm a little from the smallest of touches. “use your words, or i won’t know what you want baby.”
“please just touch me.” i sigh out, slightly embarrassed as i have to verbalise my needs, tom knowing full well what i want, loving how he has me at his mercy, willing to do anything if it means he will pleasure me.
“where?” he trails off, tugging my underwear down at an agonisingly slow pace, leaving the red lace on the floor. he kisses my inner thigh again, closer to my heat this time.
“here?” he asks, acting oblivious, getting closer and closer to the place i need him most.
i cannot even respond, my chest heaving up and down as i attempt to utter any sort of coherent speech, my mind too focused on the pleasure that i am so close to receiving to be able to do so.
“or…” he starts, moving his lips from my thigh and hovering directly over my clit, my heart racing as i anticipate his touch, finally where i want him. but, to my disappointment, he moves his head, placing a short kiss, directly above it. “here?”
he knows what he is doing, teasing me beyond belief, leaving me a complete mess, never having to wait this long to feel any kind of pleasure. i make eye contact at him, seeing him already looking upwards at me, a proud smirk tugging on his lips whilst he uses his hands to spread my thighs apart. i rest my head back against the couch again, an exasperated sigh escaping my parted lips.
“stop fucking playing and just-”
my needy rambling is soon cut off by a loud moan as his tongue quickly collides with my clit, his hands pressing into my inner thighs, prying them apart, the pressure he is applying definitely leaving marks, but i am too hazy to care, my mind lost in pure satisfaction. he uses his finger to slowly enter me, my mouth falling open as he picks up a steady pace, his tongue never leaving my clit as all i can do is cry out, incoherent curse words escaping my mouth, tom lowly breathing into me as my release is fast approaching, his slow torment before meaning that it really didn’t take much to get me there.
“fuck- don’t stop.” i let out, this signalling to him that i am close, my climax within arms reach, my hips beginning to grind against his face, yearning to let go of the knot forming in my stomach.
my head falls backwards, back arching off of the couch, seconds away from letting go, tom only speeding up his pace, but, before i can even release, he suddenly stops. my head shoots up in confusion, forehead glistening with sweat, more frustrated than ever.
“tom what the fuck?” i whine, pulling his body upwards so that his face is inches from mine. “why’d you stop, i was so fucking close!”
“be patient baby.” he whispers, planting a soft and quick kiss to my lips, reaching downwards and pulling his boxers down, letting them join the rest of our clothes scattered around the living room. “i said i would make it up to you, so that’s what i’m going to do, no rush.”
he rests both his arms at either side of my head, his hands positioned above it as he starts slowly stroking my hair, dipping his head downwards as he meets my lips, the kiss messy and heated. i am too lost within it to notice one of his hands slipping downwards, taking his dick in it as he positions it at my entrance, a soft whine muffling into the kiss from my lips.
he continues kissing me as he slowly slides in, stretching me out completely, my body never getting used to his size despite the countless times we have done this. he stops kissing me for a second, his forehead pressed against mine, his dick about halfway in.
“you okay?” he asks, wiping a single tear that i hadn’t even realised had fallen from my cheek.
“yeah…keep going.” i reply, placing both hands on his neck and pulling him back downwards, reconnecting our lips as he continues to move inside me until he bottoms out, so deep that i swear i feel him in my stomach. i wince a little, trying to see the pain through, the pleasure building up little by little whilst he stays still inside of me, letting me adjust, his lips still working against mine.
“move.” i manage to say into the kiss, tom pulling halfway out before sliding back inwards, my eyes squeezing shut as he builds up a steady rhythm, moving in and out of me at a slow pace.
“faster.” i say, the pain quickly subsiding, leaving me feeling nothing but pure pleasure. he wastes no time, now thrusting in and out of me at a much faster pace, low grunts emitting from his mouth as he moves his head, kissing my neck slowly, running his tongue over where he had been sucking, soothing the marks a little.
“fuck- you feel so good…” he groans, taking my hips and grabbing a stable hold of me, kneading the flesh and allowing himself to thrust in and out of me easier. “missed this so much, missed you so bad baby.”
all i can do is let out a barely audible ‘mhm’, clinging to his back and running my hands down the soft skin, feeling his muscles flex with each strong movement. my body is flush against his chest, moving in sync with his own, chasing my release as he does the same.
he moves his head, resting his forehead on my own, staring into my eyes as he fucks me, his mouth open, breathing heavy, face glistening with sweat as his pace never falters. i watch the way his eyebrows furrow and eyes flutter shut when i clench around him, knowing exactly how to get him to his climax, his tip brushing over my spot as he helps me get to my own, the familiar knot soon forming in my stomach.
“i’m getting close baby, you close?” he breathes out, his hips stuttering a little, letting me know that he can’t hold on much longer - and neither can i.
“mhm, fuck- please tom, don’t stop…” i cry out, eyes rolling to the back of my head, breath hitching as i am almost there, seconds away from finding my release, chasing it desperately as my hips begin to meet his thrusts, lazily hitting his pelvis as he lets out small moans.
“where do you want it?” he asks, his movements slowly becoming irregular. “fuck- i can’t hold it, where?”
“inside.” i say, tom saying nothing in response as i feel his dick twitch inside of me, followed by his cum coating my walls. his head falls backwards, chest heaving up and down as his eyes screw shut, mouth open as a long groan leaves his mouth, his hips moving at a slow pace, riding out his own high, this triggering my own release.
tears roll down my face as the pleasure takes over, the feeling so strong i question wether i am on the verge of passing out, or, perhaps i am in heaven, the sex almost too good to be true.
he collapses on top of me, his breathing loud and heavy, bodies glistening with sweat as we lay in silence, tom stroking my hair, moving the loose strands that had fallen onto my face.
“did that show you how sorry i am?” he breathes out, slowly pulling out of me and caressing my waist, looking into my eyes as i manage a lazy smile.
“you need to be sorry more often.” i say, holding his face in my hands as my body lays limply below him. “if it means you fuck me like that then you can mess up every single day.”
he grins slightly, kissing my collarbone gently, looking upwards at me as our eyes meet.
“seriously though. i’m really sorry baby. please forgive me.” he says, moving so that his face is hovering over mine, his thumb caressing my cheek.
i smile upwards at him, placing a soft kiss on his lips as he kisses back, pulling away and kissing my forehead quickly, sitting upright and pulling me into his lap, my legs wrapping around his torso, arms around his neck.
“i love you.” he says, bringing me in closer to his embrace. “please say it back, you haven’t these past few days and i fucking hated it.”
he lets out a small laugh, but i can tell that it genuinely hurt him, guilt beginning to rise in my stomach.
“you know how stubborn i can be, but you were also a massive asshole.” i say, looking upwards at him, his eyes already gazing into mine. “i love you though, you know i do.”
not even bothering to get dressed, or go to our bedroom, we both fall asleep in each other’s arms, silently promising to never let our arguments get to that point, although we now knew that we had a way to fix it, no matter how bad it got.
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Bo, in sorry but you will need to extensively elaborate on the flirting thing who the person flirting is actually disgusting. Bc I totally and very much don't get it. I swear. Understand nothing please explain😇
i am nothing if not a teacher
have you ever seen that one interview with a trump supporter where the guy goes "one man's sexual assault is another man's flirtation"? disgusting, obviously, but also unironically perv!soap
in my mind, he's got GREAT dick. so you two are fucking (you think you're friends-with-benefits, he's wondering why he hasn't met your parents yet) which is why you two keep seeing each other. he keeps inviting you out on dates that you think are just a precursor to getting laid, and he thinks he's such a good boyfriend
johnny (at least, this johnny) is the type of guy to smack your ass in public and think it's cute when you snap at him. he'll pinch your butt just to watch you jump and squeal, thinks you're mad at him because other people are around not because he did it in the first place
you're with each other for whatever reason and you complain that you're out of gum, and he's like "oh no worries" and pulls the piece he's actively chewing out of his mouth. when you're like "get the FUCK away from me", he just holds your mouth open and drops it inside for you 😊 looks at you like you're insane when you snap at him, pouts a little when you don't say thank you. he could've given it to your through a kiss, you know. he was trying to be chaste.
he thinks "hot as fuck" is an appropriate compliment for any occasion. you've just woken up, haven't even brushed your teeth yet? you're hot as fuck. you're gardening, covered in dirt and filth? hot as fuck. one time - you're dress to go to a funeral for a distant relative? hot as fuck (he understood why you smacked him that time)
he got you a dildo for your birthday :/ very proudly (and loudly) announced that it was as close to the size of him as he could find in the store :/ asks you to send him videos, send you a ? :( later when you haven't. he's a little pouty the next time you see him
you try insulting him by saying that you talked about him with your therapist and he just beams, goes "anythin' good?". when you get pissy he just tries to fuck the attitude out of you again <3 and sure enough, you're nice and soft after! he loves your foreplay <3
(perv soap has an extensive collection of pictures of you that you don't know exist. clothed, naked, sleeping, during sex, a whole bunch of them. he's taken a picture of nearly every time he's come on your body. jacks off to them every night you're not with him. sends them to you sometimes because he loves the sex when you two are fighting <3)
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obligatory "i love gale, I promise i'm not shitting on gale" comment before I start, but:
I feel like with a lot of the "he was groomed" narrative for Gale, people assume it's a given that Mystra came to him when he was a child, right? He says that she was his teacher, his muse, and then his lover, so I can see why people think that she must have been with him since he was a child.
But (I've been going down a Forgotten Realms lore rabbit hole, and found that) Mystra was killed around a hundred years before BG3, and only returned to life in 1479 DR, around 13 years before the events of the game. So unless we're saying that Gale is 30 years old (and in my mind he's more like 35-45), he would have been an adult by the time they met, even assuming that she immediately reached out to him after returning to the Forgotten Realms.
So why is the "groomed from childhood" narrative so prevalent? I think most people (rightfully) have better things to do with their time than reading about the fckn Spellplague on the Forgotten Realms wiki, but apart from that.
I think, especially with how many people (on tiktok especially, as far as I've seen) seem to hate Gale for being "too pushy" or whatever bc of the romance bug, there's an inherent instinct for Gale enjoyers to justify their liking of this character, by explaining away his flaws and his idiosyncrasies by saying "he is the way he is because he was groomed by the goddess of magic", and therefore his flaws aren't his own fault/don't matter, whatever.
It really bothers me when people explain away his flaws like that. He's braggadocious, yes, and he's arrogant, and he's filled to the brim with hubris. Does he have his reasons for that? Yes, of course! But that doesn't mean that his flaws are any less present, and just as much of a part of him as all the good parts. It bothers me when people do this with any of the characters tbh, like saying that all of Astarion's shitty behavior is due to his trauma at the hands of Cazador (which much of it is! But he's also just kinda a shitty person, and that's okay!!)
Like, if we look at Forgotten Realms lore, and say that Gale is around 40, Mystra would have approached him as a young man in his 20s - and honestly, that version of events is still just as fucked up to me as "he was groomed". Here you have this brilliant wizard, who lives for magic and manipulating the weave, and the goddess of magic herself begins to mentor him, teach him, inspire him, and eventually becomes his lover, too. Then, after she keeps showing him magic that will forever be beyond his reach, telling him to be content with his lot, he goes too far - and is discarded in the process, left alone to deal with the Orb in his chest despite Mystra being able to heal him instantly if she wished. And not only does he have to deal with a bad breakup and a nuclear bomb in his chest, no, he's also never able to truly be free of her, as long as he wishes to still do magic - something that is basically second nature to him, and that he could never give up.
I've also seen people conflate his Early Access story (Mystra discarding him first and for no reason, and him ending up with the Orb in his chest as a result of trying to win her back) with his full release one (Him trying to prove to Mystra he was worthy of being shown magic beyond any other mortals, ending up with the Orb, and Mystra discarding him as a result of that), and I feel like that comes from the same place as the insistence on him being groomed - trying to justify his behavior and sanitize him as much as possible.
I understand the instinct to defend Gale from people who shit on him needlessly bc of the romance bug or whatever, I really do. I adore Gale, and I think he's one of the most fascinating characters in the game! But I also think it's a disservice to him to not acknowledge the negative parts of him, or to explain them away as being caused by trauma he might have gone through.
The shitty parts, the ones you can really sink your teeth into, are what make most of the companions so interesting to me!!! And Gale's arrogance, his clumsiness when he flirts and how quick he is to fall in love, his hubris and his anger are all part of that!!
Edit: just wanted to clarify that I have no issue with the interpretation that Gale was groomed by Mystra from a young age in and of itself!
As @galedekarios rightfully pointed out, Larian often plays fast and loose with the timeline, so Mystra's death and her return to the forgotten realms only factor in so much. There's ample evidence in the game for the grooming interpretation, and it's also super fascinating to me, I just don't like that a lot of the discussion of Gale's character seems to boil down to: "but he was groomed, so it doesn't matter", or that many people seem to view it as the only valid interpretation of his character.
#gale of waterdeep#bg3 meta#mystra#gale dekarios#bg3#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 spoilers
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The absurdity and stupidity of all shitflix cancelations lies in one simple question: How many of those canceled shows have you actually heard of before they got canceled?
- Warrior Nun - never heard of it until the moment I started seeing its fans spamming every shitflix post. And that was its second season. It had two seasons, for fucks sake, and most of us have never heard of it. You wanna know whose fault that is? Let me give you a hint. No, it's not the viewing numbers.
- First Kill (or whatever its name is) - Never heard of it until, once again, I saw people complaining about the cancelation under shitflix posts. Once again, guess whose fault that is.
- Santa Clarita Diet - Never heard of it. Didn't even know it was canceled until it made it to the list of pissed of people counting how many of them they axed. Whose fault is that?
- Inside Job - Yeah, never heard of it until it got canceled. Also, canceled after they renewed it. Shitflix: guess we changed our minds.
- Archive 81 - Heard of it when the cancelation was announced.
- The OA - Remember just hearing about it through the fog, even though it came out years ago.
- Sense 8 - know about it only thanks to fans' videos and fanart. I don't remember shitflix ever mentioning it.
- Lockwood & Co - I know about it thanks to fans spamming posts asking for renewal news.
And the list goes on with, I assume, shows I have never heard of.
I've never seen any of these shows, but my open wound is 1899 that I believe got treated the dirtiest of them all.
I have heard of it two years before the premiere, thanks to a 50 seconds long teaser that got me patiently waiting for years because it was my cup of tea. It came from the people who proved themselves before by creating a critically acclaimed show that you can find on a top 10 list of greatest shows of all time. Those people have spent years developing a new filming technique for shitflix. What a way to say thank you.
8 out of 10 people around me have seen 1899. Those people haven't even seen GoT or LotR for fucks sake, the most famous show and movie ever, but they have seen 1899. But not because shitflix promoted it, but because people did.
There was zero promotion, zero cast interviews, zero mentions after the release. It was still watched and talked about by so many people. It has more viewing hours than their hit shows running for 3+ seasons put together. It's a show you can't just binge and forget, you have to actually turn your fucking brain on. It was released in the most busy time of the year, during the damn World Cup and winter holidays. It was still number one for weeks. It was given less than 30 days. They decided to cancel it before it even premiered. They deleted the trailer with 10+ million views from YT.
The same goes with other shows. I have seen zero cast interviews, zero promotion or mentions by their own platform and they still have loyal fan bases that didn't stop talking about them.
But then you have dogshit shows like the Night agent that is getting hyped by shtflix every single fucking day. Fake numbers, pumped up to get people to watch a generic, a hundred times seen before, piece of crap. It got more hype than fucking GoT, and yet I know zero people who have actually watched it. Yep, there is no one I know, in real life or online, that has actually watched this show. So you figure it out.
People who have watched the shows I've mentioned probably have the statistics for them, and have probably seen the viewing hours being blamed for it, which was bullshit.
The latest nail in the coffin was Lockwood & Co. They kept fans waiting for months, and then they announced the cancelation during Eurovision so that fans wouldn't be able to go viral about it because everyone talked about fucking Eurovision.
Shitflix has canceled 26 sci-fi/fantasy shows in the last 3 years. 26! Do you all remember when we couldn't even name 26 shows of all genres put together, let alone watch them?
What all these shows had in common is that they were original and more or less unique and creative, not something you can find at least 6 copies of in either streaming or network TV.
It's like they created all these shows just so they can cancel them, because they are doing their best to actually burn every trace they ever existed.
Shitflix is killing creativity in every form, but in the end, that will be their undoing.
#shitflix#1899#1899 netflix#warrior nun#first kill#santa clarita diet#inside job#the oa#sense 8#archive 81#lockwood and co#fuck you netflix#i hope the writers strike will be their death
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Ok so I SUCK at comics and post-sleep clarity compels me to just outline my alternative ending for OATD. I'm kinda on the fence about the ending, but whatever AU where the night entities are real or whatever.
This is kinda long so it's below the cut!
After Dark fades away Orion gets like super pissed at Light and yells at him for not stopping. Light weakly defends himself and flies off, leaving Orion alone to break down on the beach.
Cut back to present Orion and Hypatia, who's like "wow bummer ending dad" and Orion is like"I'm not finished tho!!"
The scene with the night entities realizing they fucked up plays out basically the same, but they all come together and have an argument about what to do. They all really regret just leaving dark but nobody has any ideas on how to fix things.
Finally, they listen to quiet, who suggests they go back for Orion, because maybe they can get Dark back though his memory.
The entities go find Orion, who's still hopeless. The entities all pitch in and talk about how he's helped, but it's not working. Finally dreams appeals to him by just stating the truth. "We need to get him back, or there will be nothing left for anyone."
Orion finally agrees and the whole crew goes into Orion's head this time, but searching through everything they can't find Dark.
This causes Orion to start having a panic attack and then the whole thing with the black hole happens pretty much the same with Orion deciding to face his fears. This dissipates the black hole and Dark is left behind in its wake.
He too, though is completely hopeless. He's reading the list again, crying.
Everyone tries to convince him to come back but Dark won't budge. Completely given up.
Then light shows up. He's like "dude, if you don't come back nobody will ever feel the cool, calm, dark again bro. It kinda blows when it's just me."
Dark turns around. "People have been terrified of me from day one." He turns to Orion, "you're still pretty afraid of me too. But... Maybe that's ok."
Dark gets up and declares that they're going to go fix the world and again the scene plays out pretty much the same.
Dark brings Orion home and they hug one last time. Orion goes inside and it fades to Orion on the field trip. He gathers his courage and talks to Sarah, and even though his voice cracks, he tells Ricchi Panichi to leave him alone.
In the present Orion and Hypatia are going back home. Hypatia doubts the story, thinking it's just made up. Orion knowingly smiles, before something for the poorly lit park from before catches his attention. Beyond the flickering street light, is Dark.
Hypatia is stunned and Dark is like, "long time no see!" Orion is elated to see Dark again, giving him a hug.
"I guess you're here to convince me you're not so bad now?" Hypatia says but Dark says "nah, I don't really mind." Sleep pops in alongside the others and saying, "it's past your bedtime anyway."
Boom title comes on screen credits roll yippee yay
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put a spell on you
prompt: halloween! (@steddieholidaydrabbles)
rating: m? just a few innuendo jokes
word count: 1,000 exactly lol
tags: fluff, flirting with your own boyfriend, and an ill-advised pair of leather pants that really weren't made to fit over steve's hips 🍑
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“I don’t even really like Halloween.”
Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you started dating me, huh?”
Steve just barely holds back his eye roll, and only then because Eddie’s got a piercing gun held against the side of his head and he doesn’t want to take any chances on this thing going in off-center. He’s been assured that it will close up if he changes his mind, or if the right ear thing ever goes out of style, or if Eddie fucks it up and puts it in lopsided.
(“Which definitely won’t happen,” Eddie had sworn the other night when Steve asked if he’d do it.)
“Baby, come on,” Eddie begs. His eyes flick from Steve’s ear to his face. He raises his eyebrows. “It’ll be so hot, and it’s perfect timing now with the piercing.”
“Does the Dread Pirate Roberts even wear an earring?” Steve asks. He tries not to fidget too much, shuts his eyes to block out the teasing tilt of Eddie’s smile. “Can you please just do it?”
“Harrington.” Ker-clunk , a pinch, a surprising lack of pain to the point where Steve wonders if the piercing gun malfunctioned?? and then a little twinge that builds up into a dull throb. “I already did.”
He sits very still as Eddie moves the gun away and fiddles with his ear then cups the side of his face. He bends to press a grinning kiss to the top of his head, and Steve blinks up at him.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it,” Eddie confirms. “Congrats. You’re officially gay now.”
Steve snorts. “I think all the sex with men might have given it away.”
“How many men have you had sex with?” Eddie asks, narrowing his eyes as Steve stands from where he’d been sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and moves to study himself in the mirror, tilting his head from side to side to see the effect. “Is that what you do all day when I’m out on tour?”
His earlobe is red and a little swollen, hot to the touch when he runs his finger along the edge, but the little gold stud sits dead center on his ear, shining in the low light of the bathroom. He feels a rebellious little thrill run through him as he stares at it.
He meets Eddie’s eye in the mirror. “Obviously. What else would I spend my time doing?”
Eddie comes to stand behind him, pressing a kiss to his neck just below the earring as he smooths his hands over his side and hooks his chin over his shoulder.
“Makes sense,” he sighs. He sways them back and forth. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear the costume after all. I’ll be beating the men off with a stick as soon as they get a look at you in leather pants.”
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The Dread Pirate Roberts, it turns out, doesn't wear an earring, but Steve agrees to put on the costume anyway. It's mostly just him wearing Eddie's clothes, which is probably what Eddie thinks is hot about it, but it could be worse. Even still, he regrets it a little as he struggles his way into a pair of Eddie’s way-too-tight stupid fucking–
“This is ridiculous,” he calls from the bedroom as he's getting ready for the party a few nights later. He gives a little hop and yanks on them as he tries to get them up over his hips. “How the hell do you even wear these things on stage?”
Eddie comes around the door and lets out a laugh when he catches sight of him, and Steve glares.
“Well, you’ve got like three times the ass I do,” Eddie says. He comes up behind him and slides a hand around Steve’s waist. “Can I help?”
“What are you going to do, jerk me off into your pants?”
Eddie blinks. “No, but now that you’ve put the idea in my head–”
“Please don’t,” Steve says. Eddie laughs again and presses a kiss to his temple. “Just… do whatever you were going to do?”
“Here, just–” He makes a face as he pulls, sliding a hand back over Steve’s ass and using that as leverage to pull them up over him. “Do the little jump thing again?”
Steve does, and he almost elbows Eddie in the chin on accident, but somehow the combination of that and Eddie’s grip on the leather and some weird maneuver he does with his other hand, the pants slide the rest of the way up over Steve’s hips and land at his waist. Steve releases a huge huff of breath, and Eddie slaps him on the ass.
“Try not to bend over in them,” he says. “Last time I had a wardrobe malfunction in these things, there were like ten thousand people that saw my dick.”
Steve frowns. “Wait, when–”
“Budapest,” Eddie says. He makes a face. “Last month. Not my proudest moment.”
“Okay, next time that happens… let me know?”
Eddie nods and gives him a little salute. “I promise that next time an arena full of Hungarian strangers see my dick, the first thing I’ll do is call you to tell you about it.” Then he grins. “I was right, by the way. You do look super hot in these.”
“Then you’d better take pictures, because you’re never getting me in these things again.”
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Later, when the party's done, Steve– weak with drunken laughter– holds onto the bedposts to stay in place while Eddie tries to drag them off his thighs with as much strength as he can muster. They finally come free, and he falls back all at once, nearly crashing off the edge of the bed.
"Jesus Christ," he huffs, collapsing down next to Steve. "Admit it, though. Totally worth it."
Steve angles his face up for a kiss, still letting out little hiccuping laughs. "Next year I'm just going to wear a skirt. Way easier to get off and on."
[also on ao3]
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Hii i wanted to ask if you only write scenarios or oneshots as well?
Aaand if you do what would you think about a horned king x wife reader oneshot?
Pretty pleeeaaassseee?? ^_^
These are officially counted as 'requests so old they have their own moss', so THANK YOU for your patience I'm legit so sorry you've had to wait so long T-T
Married Life Headcannons: Horned King
HK as a husband would be attentive and yet also intuitive as a bag of rocks.
He’s a warlord, a king, a hunter, a necromancer and a villain. He’s very new to being a husband.
Don’t get me wrong – as his Consort you’re now a Royal, you’ll be given royal standards. Food, clothes, coffers, the better rooms of the castle and command over his servants. You have privileges now that you could only dream of before.
On the other hand…
He watches you. All the time. In the dark, from doorways and staircases. He’s not even hiding (why would he, in his own castle?), he just blends in so well with the shadows that unless he gets upset and his eyes glow you have no idea he’s there. Beyond the creepy feeling of being observed that is.
He’s also prone to saying whatever is on his mind and just. Leaving. Like, Sire, what the fuck-
I’m note sure if I like the idea of an arranged marriage more (in which he would be distant, cold, aloof and would take a long time to warm up to you when he’s not ignoring you entirely) or that of a genuine relationship become marriage (in which case your class prior was irrelevant, he wanted you so he got you – case closed and hell be damned). Either way it’s a learning curve for you both.
Though blessedly he values direct communication. Please tell him what you need, how you’re feeling, how what he's doing makes you feel. He’s not going to lash out. One thing it’s taken you a while to realise is that he needs time to parse through what you’ve told him and what his actions should be moving forward. He respects you more for being direct and is secretly relived that you’ve given him some direction, because he is lost.
(But do it reasonably. If you get shouty then his response is to get colder and double down. The way forward is to approach him like a child who was never socialised properly and add ‘my liege’ etc to your sentences.)
He feels as though his spouse is the equivalent of a fallen wishing star somehow residing in his castle. Something beautiful, unknowable, untenable. Something that could explode in his face at any moment if handled incorrectly. Hence his ‘not handling only observing’ approach at first.
As time goes by, however, and you both warm up...you realise this is a bag of surprisingly malleable putty in lich form.
He loves to sit together, both on your thrones and in private, reading or talking over a bottle of wine. He loves seeing you wear the gifts he has made for you: new furs, bone jewellery, custom weapons he painstakingly teaches you how to use if you don’t already know. He loves to pick your brain, talking on all manner of subjects deep into the night.
After seeing how much you love the gwythents, and realising that the two he owns are both male...he’s on a secret mission to procure an unhatched egg for your first anniversary. Baby dragon time for you, cariad.
*Cariad - Welsh for 'Love'.
Hope you enjoyed these rambles and again, so sorry for the wait!
#thalassa responds#thank you for the asks I just have a schedue from hell and no time management#disney villains#x reader#the horned king x reader#the horned king#disney villains x reader
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thoughts on the cut episodes and ppls reactions 'n stuff
Since it was confirmed that a few more episodes of Hilda were written but cut, I do think the reaction of people finding this out is really interesting and not just because its fairly common in the industry and isint a sign of anything bad necessarily. I mean heck, in a weird way being behind the scenes and then seeing how people interpret things, what they take as important, what they think is a thread…all of that is interesting. When your job is basically trying to get people to pick up what you're putting down storywise its kind of a neat topic, because everyone communicates in their own way.
BTW before I keep going this is not a post to say dont crit/vent/complain/whatever about whatever the heck you want in hilda or any media, you do you. I think peoples honest takes are fascinating (said in victoria van gale voice) and even just people speaking their mind shows that they are interested and they care so that matters. Also not one singular post triggered this, its just been on my mind as I surface level read things so no stressies.
When It comes to the cut episodes, I'm seeing some people assume that whatever was cut would have fixed some of the crits they may have had about the season..and who knows, maybe yes? But I'd say ultimately probably not. Not because they dont include things that people want to see, or may have some topics people want expanded on ..but because thats just impossible in the grand scheme of things.
I mean this applies to shows in general, not just hilda. Every person who watches a show has their own idea of what the show represents to them. For some of its more of the surface events or characters where as others connect it with a deeper emotion. A lot of people respond to different tones of the episodes, which there are many. Some people prefer the one off adventures that stand alone as their own stories and others want to see more of a stronger through line. Some may see a new character and expect a new arc and thread, while others wonder why we couldn't've used a previously introduced character. Some may read between the lines more and others may take what is presented as very straight forward and literal …and no one is WRONG, because our big wrinkly brain meats all have their own tastes and ways of imputing information.
Television animation is rife with factors that actually futz with the quality and ability of the team to make a beautiful, amazing product like EVERY DAY. The script process and what goes into production is just one. The team is made up of many creatives all with their own varied experiences and voices just like the audience. In order for people to have their own voices and say, you are going to end up with some things that hit better then others, especially if the team is allowed to grow and experiment and play a little. Hilda has always been a show where we've been able to have a lot of creative say, and i think that sincerity comes through ! but with the sincerity and that humanity, it also means that there are going to be things that arnt going to make sense in the grand scheme of things lol. Even the writers and creators and producers have differing opinions on what to explore and dive into, probably more so then fandoms haha. Having more episodes may scratch some itches but not all, HECK, those episodes being cut could have re-allocated resources to other areas that helped elevate your fav ep of the season ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who knows! Schrodinger's episodes! (also ngl I was having cold sweats over the scope of some of them as cool as they were. The season may have been shorter but it was intense..it takes a long time to do stuff that looks that clean and crisp)
Imperfect art is very human! Do the best you can at the time with the factors you have. I was given so much trust and freedom on my episodes, and I was just happy to do something fun that allowed me and my team to grow and learn. I was fucking STOKED to get a one off story because it was way less pressure for me to take my next step directing cuz just doing the thing is a feat. Any sincerity you feel cant come through if that means we're afraid that we cant make mistakes, or do a story choice ppl wont vibe with. All you can do is do the best you can, see if people are picking up what you're putting down, and grow from it for next time.
Anyway, just a thought ramble. Its not to say do or dont do this or think this way blah blah. I just love that storytelling is messy and complex and everyones gonna take it a lil differently, especially if you have a team where you allow lots of voices to have input. It is all just a big experiment to see if people leave with a particular experience by putting your resources into the things you have that matter, and try you best to distract from burnt edges or patched up holes that happened throughout the process of making the dang thing lol.
#me as marge simpson holding up a potato of communication#I just think they're NEAT#it is cool to see who vibes with what episodes and why#lil rambley bits#I personally strive for a good 7/10#maybe a 7.5 if im feeling spicy#everything else is luck
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My Heart Belongs to Daddy, part iv, modern!Aemond
Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist // For fear that you'll find out, how I'm imagining you
modern!Aemond x step-daughter
Warnings: 18+, smut, cursed dinner party, toxic family dynamics, Targaryen men being the worst
Words: 5700
A/n: Also available to read on AO3. And I made a Series Playlist :)
Over the last two months, finishing her thesis, taking exams, sending off masters applications and keeping track of a boyfriend has left little room in her mind for Aemond Targaryen.
For the last month or so she’s hardly even seen him. On the weekdays she gets up early and spends all day in the library. On the weekends she goes to Cregan’s place in central. He goes to the gym with Jace on Saturday morning and on Sundays he usually has a rugby match. Between that they watch movies in his room, go for drinks with his friends and sometimes she drags him around her favourite museums.
The sex is good. For a bulky guy with a nose piercing and sleeve tattoos of wolves and weirwood trees, Cregan is surprisingly gentle. He makes her cum on his tongue, then he leans over to fuck her with his hands pressed into the mattress, looking between her eyes and the space where their bodies meet. He doesn’t say much, a few strained “oh Gods” and a grunted “fuck” when he comes. When they’re done he falls into the bed beside her, throwing an arm around her while he rambles about whatever happens to be on his mind, exams, internships, summer plans…
She’s happy to rest her head against him, listening to the humming of his chest as he speaks, letting it lull her as she slips into her own mind. Sometimes she still feels a little empty when it’s over and doesn’t have the energy to go for another round. She puts it down to stress. Or hormones. Or something.
Now, being on the other side of everything she realises time is passing too quickly for her liking.
Joan Jett blasts through the car speakers while Alys and Cregan go on about the season finale of some drama series she’s not kept up with.
Alys loves Cregan. Everyone loves Cregan because he’s a people person. He speaks to everyone he meets like they’re already lifelong friends and he has a remarkable talent for finding common interests. If she were cynical she would say he’s palatable.
The weather has been perfect so far, bright and sunny but with enough of a breeze that the heat isn’t unbearable. Ideal for the graduation ceremony.
She looks through the recent photos in her phone. She took a few nice ones of the Sept, the nave lined with columns and towering statues of the Seven watching over the cohort of students in red and black robes. She keeps swiping through photos of her and some of her classmates on the front steps tossing their hats in the air, a few of her and Joanna, one of her and Cregan, and one of her and Alys.
Sometimes she thinks she looks nothing like her mother, but when they smile they look strikingly similar.
Everything had paid off in the end, the study dates with Joanna, the all-nighters, the last minute breakdowns crying over the kitchen counter with Alys. But she’s proud that she did it all on her own. Especially given how helpful Aemond had been last year. Just thinking about it makes her heart sink.
He’d been living with them for a few months by then. They were comfortable with each other, existing in the same spaces, eating dinner and watching movies together when Alys was out or working late.
Sometimes he’d put his arm around the back of the sofa, letting her lean into him while they watched 90s thrillers, leaning into her every so often to make a joke or a profound observation. They could analyse movies forever, staying up late until their eyes were tired, leaning in closer and closer and never really realising it.
And then when exams came around, the stress just got to her. “It’s half the suffering,” Alys insisted, “you’re not doing yourself any favours, so don’t do it.” Easier said than done.
There was one particular module on Conflicts in the Modern Era that was chipping away at her sanity. It was her last exam of the year and every time she went over her notes she just felt hopeless.
Aemond offered to help her study. He had loads of notes and old assignments on his laptop from his undergrad and his masters. They spent hours in the dining room, going over readings and practice questions.
He would sit next to her, leaning over every so often to read through what she was working on. Every hand on her shoulder, every reassuring “hmm,” or utterance of “good girl,” when she got something right sent shivers down her spine.
She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t exactly want it to stop.
The exam ended up going a lot better than she anticipated. She opened the paper and instantly saw that, by some miracle, there were a few questions similar to the ones she had done with Aemond.
She came home ecstatic. Alys was at work but Aemond was home, loitering in the kitchen. She practically leapt into his arms when she saw him, telling him every detail she could think of with a huge smile on her face.
Aemond’s hands settled on her waist. He leaned into her until all she could see were his bright, blue eyes. “I’m so proud of you baby,” he said in a voice that made her breathless.
He leaned in further until his lips were on hers, soft and warm, kissing her tentatively. She thought it might be over quickly, until she reached up, teasing her fingertips over the nape of his neck while his grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper.
When they pulled away, both a little breathless, he rested his forehead against her and smiled. She smiled back.
But she snaps out of that trance when she realises they’re pulling into the driveway.
She looks across at Alys for a moment, laughing at something Cregan just said.
Her chest feels like it might crush under the weight of it all, but time presses on and things seem to be moving forward for the better. She’s happy with Cregan. Who wouldn’t be? He’s funny, smart, maybe a little over confident at times but she can forgive that. And she’s got the whole summer before she starts her masters. With Cregan in the picture she figured she might as well stay at KLU. He’s been trying to convince her to move in the flat with him. There’s no reason not to, it’s close to campus, his flatmates are nice and they seem to keep the place clean. She keeps saying she’ll think about it.
He reaches for her hand as Alys leads them through the front door.
The house looks immaculate and it fills her with dread.
Alys has decided to use her graduation as an opportunity to host a family dinner. Maybe she’s intending it to be a grand offering of peace, maybe she just wants to show off, or maybe she’s just lost her mind because putting two halves of a warring family in the same room seems like a disaster waiting to happen. Not to mention she’ll have to introduce everyone to Cregan.
The dreamy rhythm of a Mazzy Star song drifts from the kitchen. Aemond is leaning over the counter, in a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, prepping a rack of lamb. She tries not to look at his hands as he takes pinches of salt, pepper and spices between his fingers.
Alys heads straight for the vodka, offering a round of martinis before the dreaded guests arrive.
She and Cregan both decline politely, and when Alys turns to Aemond he purses his lips. “I don’t drink vodka martinis.”
Alys rolls her eyes. “Thinks he’s so sophisticated,” she says to Cregan.
Cregan chuckles and plants a light kiss to her cheek, muttering about taking a shower and disappears down the hall.
Her eyes meet Aemond’s for a moment. He smiles sincerely. He’s playing one of her favourite songs.
She tells her mother she’s going to get dressed, and feels Aemond’s eyes following her as she heads upstairs.
When she gets to her room she puts her graduation robes on a hanger and lies on the bed in the black slip dress she wore underneath. Something’s pressing awkwardly into her back, Cregan’s jeans and t-shirt. She tosses them across the room and falls back against the mattress, staring at the ceiling and listening to the hum of the shower.
Is it unfair to hate someone for listening to a song? Did he remember it was her favourite or was it a lucky guess? Maybe he was trying to tease her, or else it could have just been a coincidence, but that doesn’t seem like him. Aemond rarely does anything accidentally.
Cregan saunters in with a towel around his hips. He looks down at his clothes on the floor in front of the door. “Not where I left them,” he mutters.
She pretends not to hear him.
He gets dressed quickly, all he has to do is put on his jeans and clean white shirt.
“How many people are coming tonight?” He asks, spraying some perfume on his pulse points.
She keeps her eyes on the ceiling. “Viserys, Alicent, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jace, Baela, Aegon and Helaena.” Luke and Rhaena were going to stay home with Joffrey, and Daeron would still be in Sunspear until the end of the month. Just as well, there would already be too many people to keep track of.
“I hear some of the family stuff from Jace,” Cregan says, “sounds like a mess.”
She hums to herself. “Oh, you have no idea.”
She takes her hair out of its low bun and fixes it into a more casual look, leaving it mostly loose but out of her face. Her makeup has managed to survive the day pretty well. She touches up her blush and wipes away her lipstick, applying a sweet tasting cherry lipbalm instead.
When they reappear in the kitchen Alys is nowhere to be found but Aegon and Helaena have already arrived.
Aegon and Cregan pair up nicely, swigging bottles of beer while Aemond pours out three gin and tonics.
She compliments Helaena’s patterned skirt and red boots. In return she admires her dress. “You two are matching,” she says, as Aemond hands them both their drinks.
He raises his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth are tight. “Happy coincidence.”
“Black’s not exactly a fashion statement,” she adds, taking a sip.
Aemond hums in agreement.
She takes a breath to relieve the tension in her shoulders. “How are you doing?” She asks Helaena, “didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you at the wedding.”
Helaena’s doing a PhD in Etymology at Highgarden, between that and her various art projects she seems happy, but something’s off. She’s never exactly been outgoing but she seems particularly timid, wide eyes darting constantly to Aemond and Aegon. She’s nervous, but in all fairness they all are. Or they should be.
While Helaena goes on about species of butterflies, she finds her attention almost completely on Aemond, his hand gripping his glass in the corner of her eye, the sound of his breath, those well timed hums and the smell of his aftershave. She takes another sip of her drink to steady her nerves, hoping neither of them notice her hand trembling as she brings the glass to her lips.
Eventually Alys waltzes in with Rhaenyra, Daemon, Baela and Jace following behind her. That seems like a good opportunity to escape. She goes to hug Jace and Baela, and follows them when they go to stand with Aegon and Cregan.
The tension is palpable, Alys having a stiff conversation with Rhaenyra, Daemon lurking at the edge of the room with a glass of whisky, and Jace stealing glances over her shoulder, at Aemond and Helaena.
She catches whispers of their conversation but nothing tangible.
“What’s your problem?” Baela hisses to Jace.
He tuts. “He’s staring daggers at me, fuck’s sake.”
Aegon’s lips thin. He excuses himself curtly and joins his siblings by the glass doors to the garden.
Their little group falls to an uneasy silence.
“Well done, dickhead,” Baela says, rolling her eyes.
Cregan gives her a confused look. She puts her hand on his shoulder and comes onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I’ll show you the powerpoint presentation later.”
Somehow the mood only gets colder when Viserys and Alicent walk through the door. It’s almost pitiful, watching Rhaenyra and Daemon trying to win his attention while Alicent keeps her hand on her husband’s shoulder, muttering into his ear whenever she can.
Not speaking to Aemond has meant she’s mostly been out of the loop, but she can guess they’ve not moved past the dispute over Viserys’ will.
Helaena and Aegon both go to greet their parents. It’s cordial at best, light hugs and pecks on the cheek, and Viserys shakes Aegon’s hand like this is the first time they’ve met. Aemond doesn’t go near them.
The lack of warmth is only more noticeable when Viserys greets Jace and Baela with open arms and a pleasant smile. He hugs her too, congratulating her— after all that is why they’re here— and shakes Cregan’s hand firmly.
She catches Aegon’s eye over his father’s shoulder. He frowns, almost comically and goes to find another bottle of beer.
Before long Alys ushers them all into the dining room.
Alys and Viserys sit at the two heads of the table and the others fill in around them. When they see Alicent has taken the seat to Viserys’ right, Rhaenyra and Daemon move to the other end of the table. Helaena sits next to her dad and they both smile vaguely. Aemond, rather diplomatically, takes a central seat between Aegon and Rhaenyra.
In an attempt to avoid sitting across from either of his uncles, Jace settles next to Alys, and once Cregan sits next to him, the only free seat is directly opposite Aemond. She sits down without a fuss.
Once everyone is a bit more settled, Aemond and Alys go back to the kitchen to bring in small plates of salad and seared tuna.
It starts off with smalltalk. Cregan and Jace are muttering to each other on her left, while Baela and Helaena have a friendly catch up to her right, leaving her to prod at her starter, waiting for an appetite to appear.
She doesn’t dare to look up past the space in front of her plate, or the pair of eyes she can feel burning into her.
Once they’re finished, the plates are whisked away and Aemond presents them with lamb chops, fondant potatoes and summer greens, while Alys pours out glasses of red wine.
Viserys’ knife scratches against his plate as he carves into the meat. “Really excellent lamb, Alys.”
“Aemond did the food,” she says.
He pauses, looks down at his plate and carries on eating.
She hears Jace whispering something into Cregan’s ear and they both grunt in amusement.
“Something funny?” Aegon asks sharply, reaching for his glass.
She finally looks across the table. Aegon’s face is a dangerous mix of anger and anticipation.
“Just admiring Aemond’s culinary skills,” Jace muses, spearing a cut of lamb on his fork, “didn’t realise he’d gone domestic.”
“Jacaerys,” Rhaenyra hisses.
Aegon huffs but keeps his mouth shut with a stern look from Aemond.
Viserys’ attention suddenly latches onto his grandson. The rest of the table falls quiet while he asks Jace about his exam results. 65 average. Just a few marks off a first.
Aegon nudges his brother but Aemond doesn’t react.
Their father seems to notice. “Jacaerys is shadowing me for the summer,” he says pointedly.
Aegon finishes off his glass and immediately refills it.
“Not coming to Dragonstone, then?” Helaena pipes up in a brighter tone, leaning to look at Jace.
The ancestral home of the Targaryen family, a beautiful estate along the coast outside the city. It’s more of a castle than a house really, passed down the generations over centuries. They use it as a holiday home now.
She went with the Strongs one summer. Ten weeks of beach trips, reading by the pool and fresh seafood for dinner every evening. It was the first time she really remembers meeting the Targaryen siblings. Aemond seemed so quiet then, always with his nose in a book. It feels like a lifetime ago now.
Cregan’s voice in her ear takes her by surprise. “You alright?” He asks, stroking his hand along the silky black fabric on her thigh. “You looked a bit lost there for a moment.”
She can see Aemond looking at her in the corner of her eye. “I’m fine,” she says, pushing Cregan’s hand away.
“We’re just a little busy at the moment,” Rhaenyra says, “work is… hectic.”
Alicent visibly bristles.
“Might make it down for a few weeks, if the boss lets me off,” Jace says.
“I’m excited to have you,” Viserys says, “good to get him used to the order of things nice and early.”
“Yeah, amazing what you can do when you have everything handed to you on a silver fucking platter,” Aegon says, casually taking a long draw from his glass.
Alicent and Rhaenyra look horrified. Daemon and Viserys are both clenching their fists.
“He says as if Otto Hightower didn’t have to buy him a place at KLU,” Jace retorts.
Aegon shrugs. “So what if he did? Got the degree, didn’t I?”
“And what have you done with it?” Viserys says in a scathing voice, “bought a flat with my money. Drank and screwed your way through life with no concern for your career or your family.”
Aegon tuts. “The fuck does that mean, family?”
“Leave it,” Aemond mutters and the table settles into an uncomfortable quiet.
“At least Jace has some direction,” Viserys says, breaking the silence. For a moment his eyes dart to his wife.
Alicent’s brown eyes are wide and glassy. “And my children don’t?”
She watches Aemond’s lips flicker into a sneer before he composes himself and goes back to staring vacantly at his untouched glass.
“That’s not what I meant, love–”
Daemon chuckles quietly. “And yet…”
Alicent slams her knife against the table with a jarring clatter. “Maybe they would have amounted to something more if you had shown even the slightest bit of interest in your own children!”
A chair scrapes against the floor and Helaena’s silver hair billows behind her as she leaves the dining room.
Baela grabs her wrist and pulls her to stand. “Excuse us,” she says sweetly. Not that anyone will hear her over the shouting match brewing between Alicent and Daemon.
They find Helaena in the lounge, on the sofa, picking at her nails.
“Hey,” Baela whispers, coming to hold her hands so she stops.
Helaena looks up at them with glistening blue eyes and a trembling lip. It’s the first time she’s really seen the resemblance between her and Alicent.
Raised voices echo from down the hall. By the sounds of things Aegon and Viserys have joined in too.
Helaena releases her hands from Baela’s and presses her palms to her forehead. “I’m sorry,” she says, taking a few shallow gasps. “I just don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
Baela hums in agreement.
Tears start to trickle from her eyes. “I used to love hanging out with you and Jace and everyone. I don’t understand… what did we do wrong?”
She isn’t sure what to do. She feels so helpless just watching Helaena as she starts to cry. Baela sits next to her and puts her arm around her shoulders.
And while the arguing persists, Helaena eventually starts to calm down a little, wiping her tears on her sleeve and leaning into Baela. “We missed dessert,” she sighs.
“We have ice-cream in the freezer,” she says, “strawberry or vanilla?”
And just like that her face lights up. “Both.”
“Noted. Baela?”
Baela smiles sympathetically. “Strawberry please.”
She catches fragments of the insults being thrown around the dining room as she walks past. “Hightower leech”, “spoiled cunt”.
She sees a figure in a black shirt through the frosted glass door to the kitchen. She holds her breath as she opens the door.
Aemond is leaning over the counter, fiddling with a packet of cigarettes. He looks up as soon as he hears the door. She lets it close behind her and leans against it.
He stares at her with a tight jaw, a sad little pout on his lips and a slight scrunch in his nose. Despite everything she can’t help but feel sorry for him.
She tuts to herself and goes to place two bowls and two spoons on the counter, avoiding Aemond’s gaze.
Not my problem.
She goes towards the freezer and hears Aemond sigh heavily behind her. She hovers her hand over the handle.
Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem.
“Is it stupid of me to ask if you’re alright?” She asks, turning to fave him.
One of his wide plams is pressed against the counter, his legs crossed casually at the ankle. “No.”
“And are you alright?”
His nostrils flare as he takes a slow breath. “I told her this would be a bad idea,” he says, tapping the box against the counter. “But what do I know, it’s only my fucking family.”
The way the light shines on his face makes the scar over his left eye seem like a shadow. She’s never asked about the details of what happened, but then he doesn’t like to talk about it.
Two months ago she would have held his hand or pulled him into her arms when he was this anxious.
But things have changed now.
“Aemond, I–”
“Babe?”
She whips her head round to see Cregan and Jace standing in the doorway. Guilt twinges in her chest and she doesn���t know why. A conversation is nothing to be ashamed of, surely? She hadn’t even heard the door open.
“Baela and Helaena are in the lounge, right?” Cregan asks.
“Yeah,” she says, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
They both glare at Aemond before they leave. When she turns to face him, he’s looking back with a cold indifference.
“He seems nice,” Aemond says once they're gone. “Palatable.”
She starts to drag her teeth over her bottom lip but stops herself. Aemond’s eyes are so intense, glaring from across the room with a dangerous look of fury and sadness. That’s exactly how he looked at her, the night of the wedding, when they were in her hotel room. When he asked her about Cregan then she liked how it made him jealous.
Her blood starts to simmer, a feeling that cuts deeper and hurts more than hate. “Is this it then?” She says.
His brows scrunch into a frown, but his wide eyes seem more bewildered than anything. “What do you mean?”
It’s like a switch clicks in her brain and something in her heart dies. These last few weeks, even with things going so well with Cregan, she’s carried Aemond with her, hoping that one day she’d wake up and things would have worked out differently. It’s what she’s been doing for the last year anyway, she just never managed to break the habit.
It has to end somewhere, the lying, the guilt, and the naivety that she meant something more to him than a pretty face and a convenient fuck.
She needs to let go and she’s known that for a long time.
“Forget it. You’ve made your side of things clear,” she says, her voice starting to tremble. “This was never going to end well and I should have thought about that before I led myself on.”
She takes a step towards the door but he’s in front of her, keeping her between the freezer and the counter.
“Do you love him?” Aemond mutters, quickly and quietly.
She can feel her heart beating in her throat.
“Do I… what?”
He takes advantage of her hesitation. His hand clamps around her wrist as he moves to the door. It takes a few moments to realise he’s dragging her with him.
The door to the lounge is shut. She hears Cregan’s booming laugh on the other side as Aemond leads her further along the hallway.
And suddenly they’re in the downstairs bathroom. She stands in front of the sink, staring at her own reflection as the lock clicks.
She watches Aemond in the mirror. The room is small and narrow, even when he’s standing by the door he’s close. Then he starts to close the distance between them with slow, taunting steps until he’s standing over her.
She can feel him and smell his aftershave, the bitterness of gin and the sweetness of red wine.
There’s that dark look in his eye again, determined, and hungry.
“Did you really think I’d let you keep up this pathetic little act?” He murmurs, eyes fixed on hers through the glass.
“What act?”
She lets out a little gasp when he places a hand on her hip and pushes his hips against her, grinding a growing hardness against her so subtly he might not be moving at all.
He leans into her but no part of him makes contact with her skin. She shudders at the heat of his breath running over her ear, neck and shoulders. “I said you were needy, didn’t I?”
Her shoulders flinch when a single fingertip touches the nape of her neck. He draws it gradually along her spine as she desperately resists the urge to cry out at the tingling sensation it brings, arching against him because her body has nowhere else to go.
“And so sensitive,” he says and stops just as he reaches her lower back. “It was all for me, wasn’t it? The crop tops, the staring, even Stark, you just wanted a reaction.”
She’s always been a good liar but when she opens her mouth to reply she finds she just can’t do it. She doesn’t want to, not when he places his hand on her side and traces over the curves of her waist, her hips, the pouch of her stomach and her thighs. It’s been so long since they’ve been this close, and it’s not close enough.
“You stopped wanting me,” she breathes.
“Stupid little slut,” he says, leaning his chin over her shoulder. He starts dragging both hands down her thighs, taking the hem of her dress with him as he moves back up. “How could I ever stop wanting you?” His voice is harsh and hypnotic all at once. Cold and unforgiving. It sets her skin alight and leaves her wanting more.
But it doesn’t make sense. He was the one who left the hotel room.
“I don’t understand… this isn’t fair.”
“But you and I both know you don’t like to play fair,” he rasps, tracing circles over the tops of her thighs, occasionally brushing over the hem of her panties.“I just know these last couple of months have been fucking unbearable without you.”
She bites down on her lip to stop herself whimpering at his touch.
He groans as his head falls against her neck, hands still pawing at her legs and the dress hitched around her waist. “Let me fuck you,” he utters in that low voice that means it’s taking every ounce of effort to hold himself back. “I know what you need. Just be a good girl and let me fuck you.”
Anticipation floods her body. She can feel her self-control slipping. She can’t think straight, can’t think past him or a world beyond this moment.
She wants it too much to feel guilty, for now at least.
“Please,” she utters.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
Suddenly his soft touches are gone and he yanks her panties down to her knees. One hand slides between her legs, prying them open enough so he can circle her clit with the pads of his fingers. The other snakes up her body and takes a gentle hold of her throat.
He finally brings his lips to her cheek. They graze over her skin as he mutters, “you said something to me, that night. What was it?”
She scoffs. “You’re such a cunt.” She can hear how weak her voice is as she says it.
“Mouth on you, baby,” he coos, “come on, I know you remember.”
She shakes her head fervently, hoping she can focus on the movements of his fingers, the pleasure building and building inside her.
“I want to hear you say it, baby.”
She lets herself melt against him, clinging desperately on his arms, breathless but defiant as she meets his eyes in the mirror.
With a short huff he withdraws his hand, but keeps her against him by her neck. He easily undoes the buckle on his belt, bringing his trousers down just enough to free his cock.
She bucks her hips on instinct as he slides the tip through her folds, gathering her wetness, and smiling when he realises responsive she is to him.
“Have you always been this restless? Or have you just missed me?”
Her head hangs slightly as he teases between her entrance and her clit. She can feel how thick his cock is, how hard he is and she already knows it’s going to make her feel so fucking good.
The grip on her neck becomes firmer, demanding her attention back to the mirror. He holds her gaze as he slides into her tight, slick cunt.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, “look at how well you take that.”
He’s right. The sight of her pleading face and parted lips as he holds her and pushes deeper inside of her only adds to her arousal.
He fucks her slowly, precisely, placing a hand on her stomach and pressing into her while the impact of his thrusts are muffled by fabric.
“Can you feel that?” He whispers, “can you feel how tight you are? Can you feel how deep that is?”
“Ah— fuck, yes…” she chokes, savouring the burn and the stretch of his cock as he drags through her walls and hits her sweet spot. When his fingers come back to circle her clit it all becomes so light and perfect and deliciously overwhelming.
“I knew you still wanted me,” he pants between the gentle kisses to her cheek. “Say it.”
“No,” she manages to whimper.
“Say it.”
Her orgasm comes as a sudden burst of warmth and Aemond isn’t far behind, suppressing a grunt as his hips still and his cock throbs inside her.
A few moments pass and he turns her head towards him, keeping his eyes on her lips. He leans in to kiss her and she twists her head to the other side.
“Fucking brat.”
Suddenly he brings her to face him fully, effortlessly lifting her by her thighs to rest her against the edge of the sink.
There’s no teasing this time, no pretence, just need. He pushes himself into her in one cruel snap of his hips.
He’s too impatient to give her time to adjust before he starts to fuck her, fiercely and without mercy, hands digging into the flesh of her rear, pulling her in over and over again. He brings his forehead against hers, glaring into her eyes like he hates her.
But like this she can wrap her arms around his neck, hold him even closer and lose herself in just him.
“All you need to remember is you’re mine. You’re fucking mine and you know it.”
Tears well in her eyes and she can only take what he gives her. “Fuck… Aemond...”
Her climax builds until it’s almost excruciating, and then it tears through her, a release unlike anything she’s known for months. She keeps her arms tight around him, burying her face into his neck as her thighs shake and her whole body tenses and trembles.
Aemond doesn’t stop, fucking her through it until she’s writhing with the overstimulation.
“Too much,” she whines, “fuck it’s too much!”
He clasps a hand over her mouth to muffle her protest, dangerously echoing on the tiled walls and floors. He comes again, gnawing at his lip to keep himself quiet and spilling deep inside her as tears stream from her cheeks.
He admires the mess they’ve made as he pulls out, her cream on his cock and his cum leaking from her quivering cunt. His eyes flicker back to her face, his expression softening and his lips curling into a half smile.
Dazed and still desperate she leans into him, but her lips barely get to graze his before he pulls away.
“Oh now you want to kiss me?”
She frowns, which only seems to amuse him.
By the way he grabs her jaw she doesn’t need to be told what to do. She offers him her tongue and swallows when he spits into her mouth.
A satisfied groan rumbles in his chest and her belly flutters in anticipation, as if he hasn’t just made her come twice, as if she can’t feel his spend starting to drip down her thighs.
He slips her off the sink and kneels down to pull her panties up her legs. Then he fixes her skirt, smoothing down the fabric with his palms.
“You’re going to be civil,” he murmurs, one of his hands coming to fix her hair. “You’re going to go back out there, kiss your boyfriend on the cheek, but I want you to think about me. Think about how good I make you feel. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Words, baby,” he says as his hand comes to cup her jaw, stroking his thumb over her flushed cheek.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“That’s my good girl,” he says softly, leaning in to plant an almost chaste kiss to her lips.
She tries for more but he steps away, eyes roaming over her to make sure she’s presentable.
With a vague “hmm,” he carefully unlocks the door and slowly steps out. He shoots her a quick wink before he closes the door, his footsteps fading down the hallway back towards the kitchen.
Her legs almost give out underneath her and she clutches the sink to keep herself standing.
That certainly wasn’t how she was expecting this evening to go.
She’s not sure how she’s supposed to show her face and go about pretending like nothing’s happened in front of their families. Maybe she’ll rediscover her ability to lie, kiss Cregan on the cheek and play the part of the sweet girlfriend, but what kind of person will that make her?
She looks at her reflection, at the glimmer of blissful tears and sweat on her face.
A familiar laugh drifts down the hall.
How is she ever going to look her mother in the eye again?
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When the door opens, a lot of thoughts rush through Tim's head at lightning speed. If any telepaths were near, he's sure his mind would have given them mental whiplash because he felt like he was going Mach 20 from what the fuck to a very natural oh my god Bruce is going to fuck this up and ending up at I know exactly what to do in about five seconds.
A haughty looking Prince watched them with a straight spine and a scowl on his lips as he stood- proudly, happily, next to Talia Al Ghul who looks just as royal and proud beside him.
"I thought you'd be taller, Father."
If anything was different- anything at all, he's sure this scenario would have gone wrong.
Had Tim been any less prepared then he was anyways.
Because Tim is not oblivious to the fact that as Bruce has already allowed three children into his life in the past- it would make sense that Bruce would follow the trend and collect more as time went on.
Tim is prepared. He lived alone for the first thirteen years of his life wishing for a younger sibling to watch over and he has made plans for every scenario that he could possibly conceive.
His plans got even more convoluted as he joined the Wayne family and he promised himself that his relationship with his successor would be the best in the family because he wants to win at being a big brother.
He has been training for this his entire life.
So when Bruce- oh poor emotionally constipated Bruce who deflects big emotions with anger -looks at Talia with fire in his eyes at what Tim is sure is a valid anger about having a very clearly his child hidden from him for a decade opens his mouth, Tim does the smart thing and slaps his hand over Bruce's mouth without any hesitation or care.
Talia lifts an eyebrow in amusement as the young Prince's eyes widen fractionally in surprise.
Bruce goes back to being a still life painting in real life as he looks at him intently.
Tim does not care and looks at him sweetly in a way he knows that Bruce knows means that he'll tranq him if he doesn't think about his words.
Batman was very out of it when Tim became Robin.
Tim read a parenting book and decided boundaries were very important in a caretaker situation.
(Yes, Tim considers himself the caretaker in this situation. He thinks it's funny.)
(Bruce did not find it funny after being tranqed for the fifth time, but he could never find all the tranqs.)
"Bruce. Isn't it so wonderful that Talia has created such a gift to the world? It's almost like welcoming a child with love is a much higher priority than whatever you were about to say."
Bruce's left hand twitches in such a subtle way that allows Tim, who knows his partner very well from the past few years, to know that Bruce was surprised.
Tim nods acceptingly before giving Bruce his ability to speak back, and smiling at their guests nicely and genuinely.
Nodding his head to each in greeting, "Ms. Talia, Prince. Please come in for some tea."
He pretends not to notice the barely there shuffle of the Prince's right foot wanting to hide behind his mother, nor does he linger on the vaguest tightening of Talia's hand on her son's shoulder as she glances around them casually.
She smiles at him, politely sharp. She actually reminds Tim of his own mother- weilding the twitch of her lips like it could cut deeper than any hidden dagger.
"That sounds lovely."
#tim drake#damian wayne#damian al ghul#talia al ghul#bruce wayne#timothy drake#good mom talia#robin!Tim#it was going to be actual story but uh i gave up lol#tim takes dames on a tour and gives him an elaborate explanation on anything he could possibly need to know#'this is Alfred. he is your grandfather.' 'isnt he just the butler?' 'No. he raised bruce and bruce sees him as his father.'#'his word is above all.' dames: *furiously takes notes*#'dick grayson is the eldest. he is very kind and he means it- do not see this as a weakness. his anger is only for the most dire of times'#'...is he scary?' 'Never to us. never to you'#'jason is our other brother. he was the second but he was betrayed by his birthgiver and died at no fault of his own. he was amazing'#tim: *points solemnly at a portrait of him in the hallway*#damian: *squinting and wondering why he looks like the braindead warrior that his mother was taking care of*...huh#batfam#tim and damian#i imagine tim at 14ish and dames at 8#talia brought his 2 yrs before canon#love talia <3#entity writes dc#entity writes
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Finished S5 of Justified and Raylan’s behavior with Boyd is just so unnecessarily dramatic. Like he’s a one man high school production of whatever the shit he’s got going on.
I mean. Whenever Raylan needs intel on the criminal element, he *could* just ASK Boyd for it. We all know that. He knows it. I know it. You know it.
He could literally fuckin walk into that godforsaken bar/site of more executions than I can count, and he could say:
Hey Boyd. There’s a kid in trouble. OR he could say Boyd, I’m in trouble. OR Boyd, I need your assistance.
And GUESS WHAT BOYD WOULD DO
He would flash his pearly whites. He would do his narrow hipped vest wearing gay little swagger. He would sit down next to him and something like
well, Raylan Givens, I do declare, like the philosophers say, it is my pleasure to assist the golden son of Harlan blahdeeblahblah. He would serve him some whiskey and scoot in close and he would help!! Because they dug coal together!!
Boyd is a criminal far beyond anything Raylan has ever contemplated. However, Boyd’s hometown, his community, and his former partner in coal extraction, MATTER to him. We all know that. Raylan knows that. All these people Raylan wants intel on are outsiders and as far as Boyd is concerned, fuck outsiders.
There’s a hierarchy of loyalty and Raylan, lawman though he is, is Harlan. Raylan is HIS. So his loyalty will be there first, fuck the US Marshall service this is Raylan Givens.
We. All. Know. This.
But can Raylan just be a normal goddamned person and ask for information?
Noooooooooo no of course Raylan Givens has to swagger in with his little hat cocked, his gun out, his dick loaded, and start threatening Boyd, punching his bar staff, giving him ultimatums and threats to “force” Boyd to give him intel he woulda given him if simply asked.
Why does he do that?
Because Raylan is HYPER AWARE of the fact that he treads that line between outlaw and lawman but he NEEDS that distinction between him and Boyd. He NEEDS it or he (in his mind) becomes his daddy or he becomes Boyd.
So he has to put on this big production every time. He has to go through these motions of harassing Boyd for no reason.
Because GOD FORBID he admit they have a bond. GOD FORBID he admit they could be friends in another life. Hell he could *be* Boyd in another life. GOD FORBID he admit that his obsession with Boyd outstrips every passion he has experienced in his romantic relationships. GOD FORBID he notice that he is prioritizing his obsession with Boyd over his own child.
He cannot cope with any of that! If he acts like a normal person with Boyd, it all comes tumbling down.
So he just goes through the motions and acts out his little high school production of a John Wayne movie every damn time. It’s this whole rigamarole he drags his colleagues along to witness and I’m embarrassed for him!
Raylan! Get your shit together! Get in therapy! (No, don’t. This is way more entertaining.)
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Hello! I absolutely loved the klaus x reader fluff🦋🦋
If possible, can you make an alphabet smut for the reader and klaus as well? I would soo love to read that, sweets <3
nsfw alphabet with klaus mikaelson...
warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of choking, breeding kink, cum play, mentions of oral sex (f. & m. receiving), drunk sex, mutual masturbation, overstimulation kink, semi-public sex, use of a vibrator, language
a/n: for my dear joey 🫶🏻
klaus masterlist
(a)ftercare - what they're like after sex
klaus is very dominant and can be rough during sex - that's a given. but when it comes to aftercare, he is the softest man on the planet. he'll trail his fingers up your spine and run them through your hair while he holds you. sometimes, he'll run the two of you a hot bath paired with a glass of high-end wine or champagne. honestly, he's not really picky. the only thing that matters to him is that you're close to him, being in his arms and hearing the beat of your heart — dead or undead.
(b)ody part - their favourite body part of their's and also their partner's
klaus's favourite body part of his are his hands. he mostly loves them because you always tell him how much you love them, especially when they're wrapped around your throat (*wink wink*). but he also adores touching you. smoothing over the skin of your legs. bringing you to the brink of release with them alone. let's not forget about him using them to bend you in any way he can when he's fucking you.
his favourite body part of yours is your legs. he loves how smooth and glowy they are, especially when you show them off. if you wear leggings or yoga pants, he's rubbing all over them and squeezing at the flesh of your thighs and calves. when he's about to go down on you, he'll kiss down the lengths of your legs on his way to more intimate places. and if you're wearing a dress...he's a goner. bonus points if you're all dolled up for one of his extravagant parties, and he can't be all over you because he has business to take care of. he's going out of his mind because you're so close but he can't do anything about it.
(c)um - anything to do with cum, basically
i think this one's pretty obvious, but the man has a breeding kink. big time. he spends hours upon hours any chance he gets to just fill you to the brim. you're on your back, your legs wrapped around his med-section as he drives into you slow and deep. he's painting purplish and reddish hues on your neck with his lips and teeth as both of your releases coat his cock and leak from your pussy. a puddle is forming beneath your ass because of how much he's unloaded into your walls, and watching your cunt overflow with his seed makes him feral. he's so far gone that he's mumbling to the both of you about how you'll be pregnant by the day's end if you aren't already. you're squeezing him like a vice at his filthy words, which drives him over the edge again. afterward, he spreads you apart so he can look at just how much of him you're holding inside of you, and the dirtier parts of him want to take a picture so he can look at it any time he wants.
(d)irty secret - pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs
as much as he adores filling you up, it does make him giddy when he cums on you. your tits, your stomach, your ass, your face. bonus points if he's already cum inside you. he's painted you everywhere, and he loves it.
(e)xperience - how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?
let's be real. klaus has been alive for over a thousand years. he has experience. he knows what he's doing, and he knows how to do it well. you're never left unsatisfied, and you're a thousand percent sure that no one, man or woman, has made you cum as hard as he does every time you guys do anything.
(f)avourite position - this goes without saying
modified missionary. half of him getting off is getting to see your reactions while he's fucking you. also, in this position, he can do whatever he wants to add to your sensations with ease. if he wishes, he can add in a little choking, kiss you, feed from your neck, and play with your clit. he can bend your legs in whichever way he wants, spread you wide open...the possibilities are endless, really.
(g)oofy - are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.
in sober moments, he tends to be more serious and focused on what he's doing. but in drunken moments, the two of you are giggling away at your drunkenness as you both stumble over things, knock vases over, bump into tables and couches...everything is funny to you both at that point.
(h)air - how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.
klaus is a bougie bitch. that's just a fact, and i refuse to hear any different. he's very well-groomed and trimmed. he takes care of himself, not just for him but for you, too (though you aren't too picky when it comes to him).
(i)ntimacy - how are they during the moment, romantic aspect
this can vary. for special occasions like a date night, an anniversary, etc., he'll include lots of romance. when it comes to the one he loves, he'll go to the furthest lengths to make things special for you. but in quick moments of lust, and it's just a quickie, he'll just get right down to business.
(j)ack off - masturbation headcanon
he won’t jerk off because he doesn’t feel the need to. the only time he will is when you guys are participating in mutual masturbation, pushing and tempting yourselves until you can’t take it anymore and you’re dying for each other’s touch.
(k)ink - one or more of their kinks
breeding kink, as i stated before. personally, i think this is self-explanatory because he has a whole child. his favourite thing is to just fill you up over and over for hours on end until his cum is leaking out of you, and even then, it's still not enough. the man will literally keep cumming inside you until it physically hurts to keep going.
also, he has a major overstimulation kink. you look so gorgeous when you fall apart for him. your voice, your swollen lips, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open as you try to catch your breath...it's addicting to watch. he just can't resist watching you cum again and again until you're begging him for a break. and even then, he just switches to eating you in an attempt to "soothe you." the man is insatiable. and justifiably so. i mean, look at you.
(l)ocation - favourite places to do the deed
anywhere you'll let him, to be honest. he's not picky at all. he definitely appreciates the traditional aspect of doing it on a bed, but he's also quite adventurous and likes to christen any place you wish. the restroom at rousseau's, the car, etc. also is in favour of bending you over things like the dining room table and the desk in his study. any time, anywhere. if you want him, he's yours.
(m)otivation - what turns them on, what gets them going
he's so in love with you and so completely obsessed with you that all it takes is for you to exist. not even kidding. all you have to do is bat those lashes at him, and he's good to go. but it drives him nuts when you tease him all throughout the day. lingering touches on his thigh, hands roaming over his chest, telling him how handsome he looks, slow and sensual kisses. sometimes you stroll around the house in your silk robe or any article of clothing that shows off your legs. also is a big fan of lingerie, even though he destroys every item of it that you own with one big rip.
(n)o - something they won't do, turn offs
klaus is very dominant and rough in bed, but he'd never want to do anything that would actually hurt you. you're his home and his heart, and the last thing he would ever do is even consider harming you.
(o)ral - preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
he prefers giving over receiving. like i said, his favourite thing is to make you cum no matter what. not to mention the fact that he is absolutely pussy drunk when it comes to you. he swears on the lives of him and his siblings that he could spend hours upon hours just lapping at and devouring your pussy.
he's very skilled, maybe even a little too much for your liking because you're jealous of how many past lovers he's made cum with that talented tongue of his.
(p)ace - are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
depends. if it's just a quickie, it's definitely fast and rough as he tries to satiate your needs as quickly as possible. he's also more on the rough side if he's punishing you or if you're having angry sex. but if he's feeling more intimate and soft, he'll roll his hips slow and deep, really taking the time to make sure you feel everything he feels for you.
(q)uickie - their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
klaus is definitely not opposed to quickies at all. like i said, any time you want him, he's ready for you. you partake in them very often as well. you two can't keep your hands off each other. but he does prefer to take his time with you and spend hours making you whimper and call out his name as he makes you cum with his hands, his tongue, and his cock. proper sex is his first choice.
(r)isk - are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.
risky for sure. he loves when you two are in a public place (but hidden enough), and he has to keep a hand over your mouth in order to muffle your moans and cries. the whole time he's just taunting you like, "careful, sweetheart. we can't let everyone hear how good i'm fucking you, now, can we? they'll threaten to kick us out." or if you're out for dinner, he'll play with you under the table and you have to try your hardest not to make a peep.
on the other hand, though, he's well aware of the fact that his siblings are constantly flirting with you, so he's not afraid to fuck you and make you scream from your bedroom with everyone in the house (unless hope's there because neither of you wants to traumatize her lmao). then afterward, he'll go downstairs for a drink, hair all messy and dried blood from the scratches you scraped into his back with your nails, smirking as his siblings complain about what just happened in your shared bedroom.
(s)tamina - how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last
original hybrid stamina is no joke. and definitely not for the faint of heart. he could go all night if you were game. i can't even put an exact number on it because, as we've established, he is far more than insatiable when it comes to you.
(t)oy - do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?
he doesn't own any, but you do. you keep a vibrator for when he's away. however, klaus is mature enough to know that it's his friend and not his enemy. he'll fuck you fast and rough while keeping the vibrator pressed to your clit for maximum stimulation and pleasure.
(u)nfair - how much do they like to tease
he's the biggest tease, and he has absolutely no shame about it at all. he'll drop his voice a few octaves and whisper naughty things into your ear about what he wants to do to you at that moment, especially if it isn't the time or place. wandering hands rubbing against your waist or hips, lingering toward your ass or trailing up your thigh. or if you're alone and he's about to eat you out, he'll leave wet kisses close to your core but not quite there. he's also got this very specific look that he does when he's horny, and every time you see it, your panties magically disappear. imagine that.
(v)olume - how loud they are, what sounds they make
he's vocal during sex but not in an obnoxiously loud way. he's grunting and groaning in your ear, talking to you with filthy words as he fucks you, mumbling things to himself as he chases his own high. he knows it drives you crazy when he does so, and he makes the effort to let you know just how much he's enjoying you.
(w)ild card - random headcanon
not afraid of a little anal play. maybe a thumb in your butt as he fucks you in from behind. but this only takes place if you're down with it.
(x)-ray - let's see what's going on in those pants
long and thick in the best way possible. he stretches you out so impeccably when he's inside you, and you love feeling every ridge of his cock when he's fucking you. he reaches and massages every inch of your walls when he does so, and it makes your legs tremble.
(y)earning - how high is their sex drive
very high. any time he's stressed, angry or upset, he'll fuck you for relief. and if he's happy/in a good mood, he'll fuck you just to have a good time with you. it also helps that he's obsessed with you beyond compare. he just has to look at you and inside he's like, "yeah, i'm going to give her the night of her life."
(z)zz - how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
he doesn't fall asleep too quickly afterwards because he wants to take the time for aftercare. even if you two just lay there, legs intertwined, while he rubs your back or plays with your fingers. he ensures that you both really get to feel the love and intimacy shared between the two of you.
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slow-motion suicide | eddie munson oneshot fanfiction
synopsis: When Eddie disappears after Chrissy's death, you and your friends go on a mission to find him. Since you're the closest to him, you're the one to go and talk to him, to calm him down. What your friends don't know is that your relationship with Eddie is... complicated.
word count: 5.1k
pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader
warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI) smut, oral sex (both female and male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, BDSM, choking, mention of death, suicide, violence
disclaimer: please keep in mind English is not my first language, feel free to point out any mistakes!
spoilers: this takes place at the end of s04e02 vol1, so spoilers for the first two episodes of season 4!
inspo: this fic is inspired by the song "Julien" by Placebo, listen along as you read to enhance the experience;)
„I got him!”
You were all staring at the screen over Robin’s shoulder, watching her search through the database, your breaths heavy with anticipation.
“That must be it. Riffer Rick’s”, she said, pointing at the screen that now showed an address.
“He must be there!” Dustin jumped, grabbing his backpack.
“Whoa, whoa, hold your horses, Henderson.” Steve grabbed his arm, stopping him from jumping over the counter. “We can’t just go there.”
“And why the hell not?” Dustin asked, already annoyed with Steve.
“If he’s actually there, he’s, let me remind you, hiding. He ran for his life. He must be totally freaked out and five people just showing up, three of whom he doesn’t really know, might, I don’t know, freak him out even more?”
Dustin didn’t look happy, but by looking at his eyes you could tell he knew Steve was right.
“What do we do then?”, you asked.
“I say we all go, but only one of us actually goes to see him. The rest of us wait outside so that this one person can calm him down and we only all go when he’s ready”, Robin said. “And, given that, as Steve noticed, Eddie barely knows me, him or Max, it’s either Dustin or Julien who has to… deal with him.”
You froze, hearing your name. You started to breathe faster, hoping none of them notice your nervousness.
“I suppose he trusts you more. You know him way longer.” Dustin’s words were exactly what you were afraid to hear. You looked at him, hope in his eyes. You knew he cared for Eddie. So much.
And it wasn’t like you didn’t care for him too. Of course you did. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. You were worried, worried sick about him. It was just that… you didn’t know how to tell them that the thing about him trusting you might not be true anymore.
“Do you think you can do that? Talk him down a bit?” Max asked and you forced an encouraging smile.
“I sure hope I can,” you said, trying not to let your voice shake.
“Are you guys close?” Steve asked in a weird tone.
“Why, Harrington, you jealous?” Dustin laughed.
“Oh, shut up”, Steve rolled his eyes. “Asking for… the mission’s sake.”
Dustin mumbled something that sounded like a very convinced ‘sure’.
“I… I suppose you could say that”, you answered Steve’s question.
Why did you feel the need to lie to them?
You all got in Steve’s car. The whole ride you just stared out the window, trying to calm your nerves. It made you feel a weird sense of guilt, to be nervous now. Eddie was being accused of murder, he most likely witnessed something from the Upside Down kill Chrissy. Who knows what horror has played out right in front of his eyes? He was hiding, running from the cops, from the jocks trying to get him, hell, maybe from whatever creature got Chrissy. He must be scared for his life. Hell, you didn’t even know if he was fine. What if he was hurt? What if, while you were taking forever to figure out where he was, he was out there, bleeding out? Or worse, what if he was already…
No. He was fine. He must have been. Your heart ached, thinking about how, if he… if he was really gone, the things you said to him last time you saw him would be the words he took with him to his grave.
You were stupid. So, so fucking stupid. You promised yourself so long ago you wouldn’t be saying things you didn’t mean. Yet you did.
Pushing him away felt like the right thing to do. You thought it was better for both of you if you never saw each other again. That it would make things easier, so much easier. So that’s what you told him. Now, that the reaper was around the corner again, all of this felt so irrelevant. Who the fuck cared what other people thought, who the fuck cared about school, about obligations, about all the things that made you think you were better off alone?
All you could count on was that he would still want to listen. And that he was still there to listen.
Steve parked the car and you saw a house that looked as if it was abandoned. No lights were lit, but you knew it didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Of course he wouldn’t have the lights on. He wasn’t stupid.
“Julien, you ready?” Dustin’s voice barely reached you, your heavy heartbeat muffling your ears. “Jules?”
“Yes, sorry”, you snapped out of it, grabbing your bag.
“Do you have your transmitter?”
You just waved with the device before putting it in your bag.
“Good. You go there, talk to him, and when he’s ready, you call for us, yes? We’ll discuss. We… we’ll figure it all out”, Robin reviewed the plan. It was hardly a plan, really. But a starting point, definitely. And that was better than nothing.
You left the car, catching the last encouraging looks from the group. It got dark already, the air crisp, the wind making you regret not wearing something warmer. You tucked down your skirt and held the sleeves of your sweater, making your way towards the house.
If this whole town was forgotten by God, he must have wanted to forget this place with some special passion. The stairs to the front porch creaked as you made your way up them, using your flashlight to see where you were going. You looked into the house, dirty windows making your light barely pass inside.
“Eddie?” you said, probably not loud enough, knocking lightly on the glass. You knew it would have to be a miracle for him to hear that, but your guts were squeezing at the thought of making a louder sound.
You knocked a couple times more, hoping that somehow he’d react to that. You made your way around the house, looking through and knocking on every window of the building. Nothing.
You were about to get your shit together and just storm into the house when you noticed a small shack. The house was near the lake so Rick must have kept a boat and probably some fishing equipment there. Definitely a less obvious choice for a hideout than the house near the road.
“I don’t think he’s in the house, but there’s a shack down near the lake, I’m gonna check it”, you said through the transmitter.
“Okay. Be careful.” You heard Steve’s voice.
“Always am”, you said melodically before putting the device back in your bag.
The moist ground made squelching noises as you walked down to the shack. There were no windows to check. You just had to get inside.
The doors creaked and the sound felt incredibly loud in the eerie silence of the night. You looked around the shack, scanning it with your flashlight. It did, indeed, hold the fishing equipment: rods, oars, nets, life jackets. In the middle, there was a boat, covered with a tarp.
“Eddie?”, you tried again, a bit louder, now that you were in a closed space. Your hands were shaking as you walked around the place, placing your steps carefully on the screeching wooden floor. “Eddie, please—“
You couldn’t finish. All of the sudden you heard the tarp rustle and before you knew it, the flashlight fell out of your hand and you were being pushed onto the wall. A strong body pinned you to the wooden surface and you felt something cold and sharp on your neck. A hand squeezed your arm, keeping you in place.
“Eddie, Eddie, please, it’s me, it’s Jules”, you said, panic barely letting the words come out of your mouth, the sharp object scratching your neck as you spoke.
Eddie was staring at you with no recognition, pure fear in his eyes, his left hand on your arm, his right hand holding what you now realised was a broken glass bottle. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils wide as he scanned your face.
“Julien?” Your name fell out of his mouth, his brow furrowed.
“Yes, it’s me, it’s Julien. I’m here to help you, Eddie, please, I’m not going to hurt you. Please, put the bottle down.”
He took a few more seconds before he dropped the bottle. You squeezed your eyes as the glass shattered on the floor, the sudden noise triggering the panic that still hasn’t let go of you. His grip on your arm loosened as he took a step away, only now letting you take a deep breath. You watched as he leaned his back on the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor. You kneeled next to him carefully as he stared into the void in front of him.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice weak.
“I had to find you. I heard about everything and I was worrying sick about you.”
“How did you know I was here?” He finally forced his head up to look at you.
“I didn’t. I did some… research. This seemed like the most probable hideout for you. I had some help”, you answered. He nodded lightly. You were glad he didn’t ask more questions about that now.
“I didn’t do it”, he said all of the sudden.
“What?”
“I didn’t do it. I didn’t… kill… her. I didn’t kill Chrissy”, he said as if it ached him to just say those words out loud.
“Of course you didn’t”, you exhaled.
“And why are you so quick to believe me?”, he snapped. “You heard the fucking news. She was found in my house, there was no one else there, and me? I ran like a fucking coward! I basically fucking confessed!” He threw another bottle you didn’t realise he was holding across the room, the shattering sound making you jump again.
“Eddie, please calm down. I believe you, because I know you.”
“Do you now?”, he smirked, a sad laugh escaping his lips. “Why do I have a mere memory of you saying that you wish you didn’t?”
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You knew this was a bad idea. You should have told Dustin to come. Whatever distance the two of them had would be way easier to get over with than… this.
“Eddie, now’s not the time…”
“Oh, no, I think this is a perfect time for that”, he said, standing up. You slowly stood up too, watching him now walk around the shack nervously. “Because you know what? All this shit going on, literal people dying in front of my eyes, some weird ass satanic shit happening to a poor girl that just needed a distraction, shit that would be fucking wild in DnD, let alone in real life!” His voice was shaking as he started to scream the words out, kicking whatever was in his way. “People thinking not only that I killed her, but that I’m a fucking spawn of Satan of sorts, I mean, hell, who the fuck knows, maybe I am fucking possessed?” A wild, fake smile grew on his face, madness in his eyes. “That groomed fucking boyfriend of Chrissy’s and his disgusting crew now being on a fucking hunt for me probably, and my uncle, my poor uncle being told I did it, and I can’t even fucking go back and talk to him.” His voice went softer. “All of this, Julien, all this fucked up shit happening and yet what I think about here, being alone in this nasty, dark place, hiding for my life, is you.”
He finally stopped walking around nervously and just stood there, looking at you as your heart froze. Tears formed in your eyes as you noticed the pain written all over his face.
“Eddie, I—“
“No, Julien, I don’t want to fucking hear any of this again. Just go, okay? I can manage. I’ll be fine. I’ll… run. That’s what I do now. Maybe we do have something in common after all”, he said with a bitter smile.
“I didn’t mean any of it”, you said, putting all the power you had left into your voice.
“What?”
“I didn’t mean a word of what I said to you that day. I don’t think we’re better off alone. I don’t think we shouldn’t see each other. I don’t think we’re bad for each other. I— I don’t”, you spit the words out before anything could stop you from saying them.
Eddie furrowed his brow, confusion in his eyes as he just stared at you, lightly nodding his head.
“Why would you say that now?”, his voice cracked. “You really think you can just, what, manipulate me to trust you again? What is this, Julien, you have some fucked up case of saviour complex or what? I told you, I’ll be fine, you can stop feeding me lies…”
“These are not lies, Eddie”, you interrupted him. “I thought it would be easier this way, because I got scared, because I cared for you so fucking much that it started to hurt, because I was convinced it could never work and I just couldn’t bear the thought of us being friends anymore, because I was fucking in love with you!”
You own words shocked you and you went silent as the echo of you confession filled the room with indescribable tension.
“You’re going to be the death of me”, he whispered, making his way slowly towards you. “I was dying by your side every day, loving you from the distance, convinced you’d never want more, only for you to prove it to me, prove that you want nothing to do with me.”
Your breath stopped.
“Loving me?”
“Yes, Julien, fuck, yes, loving you. But I could never say anything. I was just deteriorating, watching you distance yourself from me. You’re my doom, only I still stayed, I chose to love you still, so it’s my fault, really… You’re not killing me, Julien, you’re… you’re my slow-motion suicide.”
He was only a step away from you now and you could see fire burning in his deep, brown eyes, his jaw clenched and nostrils moving fast to the rhythm of his breath.
“Why… why wouldn’t you say anything?” you just whispered.
“Why wouldn’t you?”
Your breaths were the only thing disturbing the silence now.
“I guess we’re both just fucking cowards” you let out a sad laugh.
He looked you deep in the eye, as if thinking deeply about something, a glimpse of hope on his face before he said:
“Well, in that case, I’m done being one.”
Before you could catch the meaning of his words his lips crashed with yours. Only the initial shock prevented you from kissing him back immediately, but as soon as you understood what happened, you returned the kiss, both of you holding onto each other for your dear lives, as if it was the only thing in the world right now, just the two of you, finally doing what you both wanted for God only knows how long.
His kiss had you out of breath, but none of you dared to let go for a second. He held your cheek, as if afraid you’d want to back away. Your hand travelled up to his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as his free hand explored your body down, brushing your waist, going down to your ass, his thumb going under the material of your skirt. His touch, the slight brush of cold from his rings made you shiver.
“This is not how I imagined it would go”, he breathed out.
“What do you mean?”
“I never imagined us fucking in a nasty old shack”, he said and you could feel his smile against your cheek as he now proceeded to kiss your face, your chin, going down to your neck.
“That implies you did imagine us fucking”, you laughed.
“Hell yeah I did”, he grinned.
“What did you imagine then, if not the shack?” You forced yourself to speak properly as his kisses reached your collarbones. You looked down, the sight of him kissing you, praising your body, with your hand still in his hair, making the tension build in your abdomen.
“I imagined riding you on my bed, making you scream for the whole park to hear… I imagined you spread on the table in Hellfire Club, completely at my mercy, like an offering ready for a ritual… I imagined us fucking in an empty classroom while we skip classes, you bent over the teacher’s desk” he enumerated, putting the images in your head. “I imagined eating your pussy at the back of my van, then you sucking me off, then you laying down, letting me cum inside you”, he kept going, breathing heavily, each confession coming from in between the kisses.
He looked up at you, as if suddenly snapping out of a trance. “I’m a fucking creep, huh?”
You just smirked.
“I imagined you tying me to my bed, gagging me with that sweet little bandana of yours so that my parents don’t hear us as you fuck me senseless, I imagined your hand on my throat. I always imagine your tongue and fingers on my clit as I touch myself”, you said, returning the favour, kissing down his chin.
“You’re a little freak too, aren’t you, Jules?” he grinned before taking off your sweater with one, smooth move, smiling as it revealed nothing under it.
“They’re gonna have to hunt us both down”, you said, getting rid of his jacket, following it with his shirt. “Because I ain’t ever leaving your side again.”
As if to prove this confession, you kneeled down, carefully, your last remaining piece of reason making you make sure you don’t kneel on any of the shattered glass. He looked down at you, his hand now in your hair as you undid his belt, taking his pants down to his ankles, quickly making his boxers follow. His cock was now right in front of your face, hard and ready, making a little smile appear at the corner of your mouth.
Eddie put his hand on the wall to steady himself as the mere sight of you kneeling down for him made his legs weak. He swung his head back as you started teasing him, your tongue touching his tip ever-so-slightly.
“Fuck, Julien—“
“So impatient already”, you smirked, intentionally making the vibration of you voice tease him even more.
“I’ve waited months for this, god damn it, don’t you call me im—“
He didn’t finish as you put his dick in your mouth, words escaping him in a breathy moan. You started to slowly work him up and down, one of your hands joining by his base, the other squeezing his thigh. His grip on your hair tightened as your moves became faster.
You looked up to see him with his head still back, his hand desperately trying to hold on to something, scratching the wall next to you. He let out another moan as your hand, previously exploring his thighs, now slightly squeezed his balls. His sweet sounds made you need to rub your thighs together, the pressure becoming too much to hold in.
As if he couldn’t fight it anymore, he started to move his hips to the rhythm you imposed, making his dick hit the back of your throat. You gagged as he went faster, his hand in your hair speeding your moves too.
“Fuck, Julien, you’re sucking me so good, way better than I could ever imagine…”, he gasped. “But I— I don’t want it to be that simple”, he breathed out. “I wanna come inside you.”
He let go of your head and you let his cock slide out of your mouth. You stood up and he brushed your face with his hand, smearing the mixture of spit and pre-cum all over it. He then licked your neck, up to your chin, collecting some more liquid with his tongue.
He kicked his pants off of his ankles before he pushed you back, leaning you against a wooden table in the corner. He brushed all the stuff laying on it with his hand, making the clutter hit the floor. The sound of breaking glass filled the room again.
“I would fuck you on the floor, but hell, it’s way too nasty, even for freaks like us”, he laughed before lifting you by your hips, sitting you down on the now objectively clean surface.
“The table will do just fine”, you responded, grinning.
He lifted your skirt, teasing your pussy through the thin material of your panties.
“So wet for me”, he whispered against your skin as his lips made their way to kiss your chest, nagging at each of your nipples, slightly biting and pulling as his fingers massaged you, pushing the material more and more to the side. Finally, both his hands slid your panties down before he held your thighs, squeezing them, the rings probably leaving scratchy marks on your sensitive skin. You spread your legs as he lined his dick with your entrance, teasing you by brushing it up and down.
“For fuck’s sake, Eddie—“
“Well, look who’s impatient now”, he grinned before pushing himself into you. The feeling of him inside you made a moan escape your mouth as your eyes travelled up. He, too, made sweet noises as he started to impose a pace. Your legs wrapped above his ass as you desperately wanted to feel him closer, feel him more. Your hand went to grab the back of his head again, loving the feel of his locks as your hips thrusted harder, making the two of you work in perfect rhythm. You both kept going, the wood of the table squelching under you, the noise accompanying your moans and whimpers.
Eddie’s hand travelled up your body, cupping your breast, then higher, to your throat. You breathed in sharply as it tightened around your neck. He pushed you down, making you now lay on the table, not stopping his thrusts. His hand, squeezing your throat, pinned you down, making the sensations cloud your mind.
“Say you’re sorry”, he said suddenly, his voice definite.
“Wh-what?” you mouthed more than said, his hand barely letting any air into your throat.
“Say you’re sorry for running away from me”, he clarified. “Say you’ll never do that again. Say you’re mine.”
His thrusts became harder and his hand kept squeezing your throat, the intense emotions taking over him. There was anger in his eyes, anger, desperation and lust as he waited for you to respond, his face making you believe he was ready to punish you if you didn’t obey.
“I— I’m so— sorry”, you said, your voice weak, barely making any noise as you struggled through the tight grip he had on your neck, his rings burying deep into your skin. “I— I’ll never— I’m yours, only— only yours.”
He threw his head back, as if thriving in your confession. His moves were so fast and deep that for a split second you thought that maybe a demon of sorts did, in fact, possess him. But, shit, if the devil was this fucking good, you’d gladly burn in hell.
“Ah, fuck, I can’t—”, he whimpered, his grip on your neck now loosened, but his hand still there.
“Come on, fill me up”, you groaned. He didn’t have to hear it twice. Your voice his last straw, he came to his release, his cum exploding inside you. The warm feeling drove you closer to the edge.
Taking just a second to catch a breath, he slid out of you, leaving you dripping with his cum from in between your legs, your pussy desperately wanting to tighten around something.
“I quite liked one of those little fantasies of yours, you know”, he said, suddenly making his way back to where his pants were. Your body trembled when he reached to a pocket of the jeans and picked up his bandana. “What do you say we test it out?”
You licked your lips, the thought of him doing what you imagined him do so many times making you shake with excitement.
“Use your words, princess. As long as you still can.”
“Yes, please”, you managed to say, your voice shaking.
“Good girl”, he grinned as he approached you, folding the bandana into a flat strip. “Open up”, he ordered and you obediently opened your mouth. He brushed your lips with his thumb before he put the material in your mouth, tying it at the back of your head tightly. You struggled to swallow as he made sure the gag sits well. “Very well”, he smiled, looking at you as if you were a piece of art he just finished creating. “I’m gonna make you regret you can’t beg.”
Before you could digest his words, he pushed you back down so that you were laying on the table again, your legs spread before him. You bit down on the material as he started to kiss his way down your body. Your hand went to grab his head, wishing to guide him exactly where you needed him.
“Ah, nope”, he let out a dry laugh, grabbing your wrist. He took the second one too and placed your hands above your head. “You keep them there or I stop. Understood?”
You nodded, grabbing the edge of the table.
“Words, princess”, he gave you a vicious smile.
“Understood”, you tried saying, the bandana muffling your voice almost entirely.
“That’ll do”, he said, your struggling voice clearly working miracles on him.
He continued down, his kisses reaching your thighs, his lips sucking your skin, surely leaving bruised marks behind. Your breath was heavy as you fought your urge to touch him, even more so when his fingers slid across your folds. His two fingers teased your entrance before sliding inside, making another muffled noise fill the room. His lips now went to your clit, his tongue licking and massaging your most sensitive part, sucking on it as his fingers worked you fast from the inside. You were practically screaming into the black material when he added the third finger, his hand and mouth working you perfectly. You whimpered when he rested his free hand on your lower stomach, pressing slightly.
“What is it? You wanna cum?”, he asked teasingly.
“Yes, please—”, you tried saying, but what came out was a desperate cry.
“Oh, I’m sure you can hold it a little longer”, a devilish smile grew on his face as he went back to working you with his tongue. Your body arched as tears started to fall down your face, the sensation too much to hold in. “Just a little longer.”
A primal cry escaped your mouth, the bandana now soaked with your spit as you held the edges of the table, your whole body trembling.
“Please, Eddie, fuck—”, you tried saying, miserable noises coming out of you.
“Very well. Cum on me, you little slut”, he said, burying his face in your folds again. Your pussy tightened around his fingers once more as you finished. He licked you, gathering your cum with his tongue as he took his fingers out of you, straightening up.
“Such a good, good girl”, he praised as he leaned over you, kissing your chest, his face wet with your cum. “You can now touch me.”
Your hands reached for him desperately, cupping his face as you rose to sit. Eddie’s skilled hands untied the bandana, taking it out of your mouth. As soon as it was out, you leaned in for a kiss.
It was now soft, long and passionate. As if you both wanted to seal this, make it last, make it real.
“I did mean it now. With my whole heart”, you whispered.
“Mean what?”
“That I’m yours.”
A soft smile grew on his lips.
“I’m not letting you do it alone, Munson. I won’t let you go down.”
He brought you in for a hug.
“The two of us against the world it is”, he said.
The two of you. Yes. Wait, no. It’s not just the two of you!
“Fuck!”, you exclaimed.
“What?”, he asked, half amused, half shocked as you jumped out of the table and started to nervously pick up your clothes.
“Get dressed”, you breathed out.
“No need for modesty now, love, we just—”
“Remember when I told you I had some… help?”, you asked and he nodded. “Well, that help came here with me. They’re waiting in the car for me to… talk to you and… calm you down.”
“Well, that you certainly did”, he smirked.
“They’ll be worried sick why it’s taking so long—”
As if summoned, you suddenly heard an aggressive knock on the door.
“Julien, I swear to God—”
“Dustin!”, you said, opening the door. “I was just about to call you guys…”
“Henderson?”, Eddie said, surprised. You turned around to see that he only managed to put on his pants, still buttoning them up.
“Eddie, man, good to see— why the fuck are you half naked?”, Dustin suddenly retreated from his way to hug him. “And why the fuck are you both all greasy and sweaty?”
“Well, you know how these thigs go, running from authorities and shit. Fucks you up, man”, Eddie said, giving him a dumb smile.
“Sure… well, find something to cover up, dude. We gotta talk about how we gonna get you out of this shit.”
“Appreciate that, man”, Eddie gave him an awkward thumb up as he pretended to have a hard time finding his t-shirt.
“Whatever took you so long anyway?” Dustin looked at you suspiciously. “We tried reaching you on the transmitter, but you wouldn’t answer. We were worrying sick, I would have barged in here way earlier if it wasn’t for Robin…”
“We got caught up…”
“In the conversation”, Eddie finished for you. “Took her a minute to, you know. Calm me down.”
“I see.” Dustin didn’t look convinced. “Anyway, since you’re good now, I’m gonna go get the rest”, he said, making his way out of the shack.
As he closed the door behind him, you both burst out a childish laugh. You quickly made sure that there was nothing left in the room that could have revealed the characteristics of you calming Eddie down.
“We gotta fight whatever that is, Eddie. We gotta save the world, ‘cause, hell, I refuse to let it end now that my life has only just begun.”
“We’re never running again, love”, he whispered in your ear. “We fight. To the death.”
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the start beast thoughts
(literally just my serializd review)
- actually love the new intro and theme, looks so pretty, sounds very cool. ugly logo at the end kinda ruined it but whatever
- the doctor stood in space looked dumb as hell, especially cut with donna just sat in her kitchen like um maybe have him sitting in some unknown place and not greenscreened and floating in space??
- imagine saying 'nice to meet you skinny man' to someone you just met. I don't love that that joke made a return, especially at the frequency it did
- loved the little nods to the doctor having just been a woman, 'grand mistress' and him telling the psychic paper to keep up was my fave
- there's was some good stuff in there for sure but lot of that dialogue was very basic (like too basic) or was just exposition so like.. I don't wanna hear any bs about how 10/10 incredible writing has finally returned bc the majority of it was on par with the previous era and was imo a downgrade from rtd1 dialogue
- I was like there's no way donna would give her money away and there has to be something else going on and so then her being like, almost appalled that she had tried to be doctor-y and given away all that money killed me it was so funny
- so in love with meep, that's my little demon child
- I also really liked those ant things (idk what they're called) I didn't expect them to be so chatty
- the music was kinda a lot some of the time it was kinda overwhelming idk
- I don't love the slap but other than that the scene where sylvia was losing her mind at the doctor showing up was so good
- sonic shield thing was a little silly but whatever
- the wilf mention <3 very excited to see him
- catherine tate is sometimes great at acting and sometimes... really not great (in part bc of the dialogue) and her voice goes right through me especially when she shouts
- I'm honeslty not sure how I feel about the doctordonna and donna not dying resolution, it feels kinda ridiculous tbh idk like waffling about being nonbinary sorry idk what's going on. and that comment about male timelords not being able to let things go genuinely what are you on about 😭
I need to rewatch it so I can fully understand it and see how I feel I think but rn my main thought it that it's a bit silly and no matter if that opinion changes, I'll always feel like it was a bit of a cop out to save donna, especially in that way like they've been banging on about how she'll die and then it gets resolved so quickly with That explanation like hm okay. like when she was led there dying I didn't even give a fuck bc I was like well that's obviously not what's happening rn
- so is the meep's boss gonna be the toymaker?
- the tardis interior is kinda a flop idk. I like all the little paths, let's the doctor have the zoomies, but it just too empty and plain looking
- overall was a fun ep. gave it four stars. gonna rewatch with the commentary at some point before the next one
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As a Shadow enjoyer I also love how fucked up eggman is about him, like he’s just the newest little toy to use against Sonic and try to break when it inevitably rebels. They’re each other’s only link left to Gerald too, a man they both admired and respected in their own ways. It’s really cool to see how the characters are twisted together right from the start
YEEESSS EXACTLY!!! It's so fucked up and compelling for it. It's way too good for people to be misinterpreting due to the confession to his lie that's often presented without the full important context, and how IDW had Sonic try to use it as a reason for Shadow to give Eggman a chance. I still can't believe they used an example of him only fighting against the Black Arms to save his own ass and the world he wants to rule AND lying and manipulating Shadow all the way through lol wtf
Anyway, he has extremely selfish and self-centered reasons behind all his missions in the game. For Sky Troops, he sent out his fleet because if the Black Arms destroyed it all then he couldn't rule it. With Iron Jungle and Circus Park, he wants himself and his bases to be protected by fighting off G.U.N. that come after him. For Cryptic Castle and Lava Shelter, he just wants help with defending his bases. And here are all those examples:
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All his motives and missions involve using Shadow, having him carry out his orders that he intends for himself to benefit from alone, without a single thought for anyone else and only want to save himself and the world to rule. He uses Shadow through and through to aid his fleet in combating the Black Arms, protect him during G.U.N's pursuit, then help him defend his bases from G.U.N and the Black Arms. It's just all about him like always! That's why I love them so much lol
Furthermore, in Sky Troops, Eggman has this idle line, if his intentions of sending out his fleet couldn't be any clearer:
Then of course, if selfishly using him to do his dirty work when the world is in great danger and Shadow is already all over the place mentally isn't bad enough, the man also goes ahead and manipulates and gaslights him into believing he has no past, none of it was real and he was an android created by him and Shadow is confused and broken:
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He calls himself his master and tells him to know his place beneath him:
Shadow drops into the room full of androids and Eggman eerily and gleefully lies and says he’s just another “beloved android” just like these guys and tells him to “say hi and be friends” but they’re clearly hostile and immediately mindlessly start firing at him. So he's given the impression that he’s one of them, just a weapon that belongs to his master.
This is the exact kind of shit I love, when he does something so fucked up and evil in a casual, cheery, or humorous way but when you really focus on it and think about his intentions, it makes it even more sinister and chilling 😍
But then, in the same level you can hear him say THIS:
It gets even darker because he's using Shadow's pain from the glimpses of dark distressful memories in his flashbacks to make him act in his favor too, even though he's supposed to believe they aren't real and never really happened. Anything to make him fight for him and do his dirty work.
This bastard fucks with his mind by taking advantage of both his amnesia and what he can remember by telling him he's one thing then saying another, whatever it takes to give him the drive to do as he says. You know what it reminds me of? How Gerald repurposed Shadow to want to bring destruction to the human race. Eggman tried to use him for it again but this time on his own terms. Ohhooo man
Continuing the talk of selfish motives and yet another way he uses Shadow, he also expects him to just hand over all the emeralds after collecting them. It was only for his own selfish gain as he's always hungry for power and eager to get his hands on the emeralds for himself, while Shadow is trying to collect them to remember his past and can use them to defeat the Black Arms. But Eggman says they belong to him and demands him to hand them over or be destroyed.
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I like how in one of the Lava Shelter version, when Shadow refuses he's like "how DARE you, I OWN you, I gave you life, you're supposed to obey me!" It's also really telling of how he really feels that Shadow belongs to him. And he's so aggressive about it too 😳💜:
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And even when he isn't gaslighting him and pretending that Shadow is his creation, he's still manipulating and using him because he feels entitled to him as his grandfather's creation, clear with the way he demands the emeralds and says "Have you forgotten that it was MY grandfather who created you?":
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I also included the "You were once a great invention from my grandfather's past, but this is MY time." This is why he'll happily use his creation for his own selfish gain and will lie about the truth about his creator and steal the credit.
I like also how it's telling of how he doesn't do anything for anyone else, not even the Robotnik family like some say. As if his goals of wanting to dominate the world, rule and empire, and build messed up deadly theme parks ever seemed like a way to avenge Gerald anyway lol. It's pure selfishness and self-centeredness, it's all about him and what he wants.
Gerald's time is over, he's the world's greatest scientist now, his creations are like his heirlooms, and now it's his turn to use them as he pleases and doesn't care what Gerald's wishes might have really been instead. He also doesn't care about Shadow's promise to all the victims aboard the ARK lol
He doesn't care about Shadow and see him like a living being like others do. He doesn't give him special treatment for being a creation of his grandfather's. He wasn't his "secret treasure" that Rouge was after in Heroes and even she knew that. He didn't save him out of the goodness of his heart, or even because he didn't want his grandfather's creation to be destroyed, considering how he just used him to create androids and wants to destroy him himself if he doesn't obey him.
Eggman wants to use Shadow as a puppet, a tool, a weapon, a toy to play with and break. He acts like he owns him and he's beneath him, whether he's gaslighting him into believing he's his creation or being honest but showing his selfish entitlement and demanding it due to him being his grandfather's creation, he'll lie or manipulate him into evil and try to own and use him for selfish gain either way.
And when Shadow realizes, he even says it in his own words!
And the final blow? Eggman already used him before all this even began by saving him only to use him to make androids and planned on gaslighting Shadow and pretending he was one of them when he woke up. This is why even the Metal Sonic disguised as Eggman in Sonic Heroes tells Shadow that he has no past. He had already been taken advantage of by him and the events of this game is just him doing it all over again, with him awake to suffer through it this time.
Eggman's confession to the lie was to give him that extra boost of motivation he might've needed to defeat Devil Doom with the "You really are the ultimate life form my grandfather created!" He's a good actor when he needs to seem sincere but he definitely wasn't genuinely remorseful. Plus, he was uncertain of survival in that moment, as he was nervous the entire time. He also never actually apologizes and it doesn't undo the seriously twisted thing he's done.
But wait, that's still not all! Proof of how he doesn't feel remorse is how he only rubs more salt in the wound when it's all over. When Shadow was upset with him for lying and using him, he still didn't apologize. In fact he didn't care at all, he just shrugged it off like "pfft fine then"
He still doesn't give a single fuck after all that lol what an asshole 💜
Despite everything, they're still the only link to Gerald each other have left, the only thing left in common between them as well as their respect for him. Eggman is careless towards it and only tried to use him and lead him down a dark path like Gerald wanted to when he was at his worst but he does it out of pure selfishness and cruelty instead. And Shadow has to face the reality that this is the path the last member of the family left he knows of went down and try to stop him when he causes trouble.
I don't see a lot of discussion of it that's in character and analyzes canon, people usually present Eggman as a Shadow fanboy like in Boom and stuff like that instead. But it's so interesting the way it really is in canon, how complicated and deep it can go and how fucked up and fascinating it is on Eggman's side. It's unfortunate that it's overlooked so much because present day Robotnik family interaction with Shadow and Eggman is just as cool and interesting as past with Shadow, Maria, and Gerald!
Oops I went a bit crazy with this hehe, it's just I've never done a post putting all together quite like this before and I had to lol. I've always been super fascinated with this plot line and I really wish Shadow 2005 explored it to its full potential for the way they seemed to be setting it up for something bigger in Heroes but I still love what we got and how deep it can go just with that! I'm so glad I'm not the only one who loves it :D
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